Saturday, February 12, 2011

All love should be a Walt Whitman poem

I laughed at a friend of mine when she told me her favourite movie was The Notebook. I would make fun of any of those 'romance' movies. I thought that the women that enjoyed that kind of nonsense were weak and foolish. Then I watched The Notebook. And I fell in love with those weak and foolish notions. I realized the reason I made fun of romantic gestures was because my life was sadly devoid of them. The ridiculous passion portrayed in that movie is what I crave. But does it exist? Is there a man out there willing to go to outrageous lengths to show his undying love for me? Is the Hollywood love story even possible? I can only hope...

"The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that  plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds."

I want a man to wake my soul.
I want a man to plant a fire in my heart.
I want him to read me poetry and write me letters.
I want to watch sports and opera with him.
When I look into his eyes I want to know he sees only me.
He will be my very best friend.
I want him to hunger for me.
I want to quiver when he touches me.
When he says my name it sounds different in his mouth.
I want to grow old with him and still look at each other with desire and joy.

Maybe I want what can't be. But everything else has felt like settling. So there must be more to have, right?

Today I choose to say YES to hope.

1 comment:

  1. Awesome awesome awesome post. GO HOPE!
    I, too ADORE the Notebook. It's sickeningly awesome and filled with that ridiculously perfect relationship that lasts... forever. It's not impossible. Hope away!