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Love You

Do we go beyond Love, the profession and feeling, and on to Love, the every-moment choice and act?

Yes, I am in love with you.
Still, I will have to love you.
Not forgetting to heat up water for your bath
Right after heating mine, while you are still in bed.
Not forgetting to call you to ask
How your day at work is going
Even though I am having a shitty day at work.
Not neglecting to listen attentively and patiently
When you are really in the mood to talk
Even though I just want to be by myself at the moment.
Not neglecting to go out with you to the ice-cream
And pizza spot or to the movies or to the café
When you are really in the mood to go out,
Even though, today, I would
Much rather relax or do some work indoors.
Not neglecting to help out or pitch in
When you need me to, even though
Sometimes I am quite tight on time or money.
Not neglecting, when I am not tied up
In some obligation, to be there by your side
Holding your hand when you are weak or ill
Or holding your head when you are throwing up
Or holding your side, in support, when you walk.

Yes, I am in love with you.
Still, I will have to love you.
Choosing to step out of the party to drive all the way
Out to the main road to meet you at the landmark
And lead you back to the venue of the party.
Choosing to hold your hand and lead you to your car
Because it is now dark and you carelessly –
No, I am not pissed – left your medicated glasses
At home when you left your place in the afternoon.
Compelling myself, mid-slumber, to call in at three
In the morning to make sure you got home safe
From the clubbing that you were up to.
Choosing to accept your past – and your journey
In the present – even though the old me would recoil
In horror and judgement at some instances.
Choosing to listen thoughtfully and patiently
As you narrate things amidst a bit of swearing
And mock insult; some things harmless,
And others I would much rather not hear.

Yes, I am in love with you.
Still, I will have to love you.
Choosing to overlook when you said something
That really got on my nerves,
Only bringing it up later when we are calm.
Choosing to forgive when you did something
That disappointed or offended me,
Only thrashing it out later when we are calm.
Compelling myself to call in to check on you
When you have been indifferent or self-absorbed,
When the stubborn, proud part of me would
Much rather just ignore you and let you be.

Yes, I am in love with you.
Still, I will have to love you.
Because, beyond our various exteriors,
We all want to be loved truly –
As family, as lovers, as friends,
As neighbours, as colleagues, as humans –
And yet we all are flawed, far from perfect.

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction.

Credits

Photo by Jonathan Borba on Unsplash

By Chetam

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