Love? Is...

I've discovered...concluded, along the way, that sometimes words are really just words.

But this doesn't leave me *more* cynical of human nature...somehow I've been lucky enough to experience moments that give some of these mere words, some real existence.

I've learnt that blood and water are a matter of perspective.
When step mothers become moms.
When fathers turn their backs to oncoming danger so they can hold their children protectively to their hearts.
When stepgrandads (Oupas) leave you missing them when they pass away.
And when friends drop everything they're doing to rescue you from coffee shops as you watch the tow truck take away your steaming heap of a car.

Love is paying your son's rent when he hasn't, and not telling him about it (and not worrying that you can't *really* afford to help him out).

Love is eating greek pastries who's names you can't pronounce, as you sit at a dinner table surrounded by great friends and their family.

Love is taking your Terry Pratchett collection out onto the stoep on a sunny winter Sunday noon and reading the day away.

...love is eating the last piece of cheesecake in the fridge so as to spare your mom the temptation from wavering off her diet.

Love is fighting over who changed the settings on the toaster and who's turn it is to make the coffee.

Love is missing someone and knowing that they shouldn't tell you they miss/love you, if they don't mean it...and that its ok if they don't. Just as long as you tell them...because you mean it.

Its ok if someone that means the entire world to you,goes nuts and ruins their life... love is being that steadfast pole they can come back to and lean onto.

Love is giving your last R1.50 to the beggar at the robot...there's more coming where that came from...for you at least.

Love is watching your grandmother miss the man she was married to for 49 years and that she stuck by him through wealth, bankruptcy and seven kids.
Love is reminding her that its ok to be heartbroken...and cry with her.

Love is dancing in the rain barefoot while your horse eyes you from the shelter of his stable...probably thinking that humans are nutjobs.

Love is ...every moment that might just slip by without you even caring to take note of it...

<3