As per John Mayer’s “Love is a verb”, “Love ain’t a thing, love is a verb.”
I’ve spent countless lonely holiday seasons looking back at some of the expensive gifts that were bought to me from men that “loved” me. The gifts were never given from the heart but from the system that claimed this was the way to a woman’s heart.
These men never took the time to really know the real me, what I liked, what I disliked. I was used as an ego boost and was often put on a pedestal.
People: love is in the small things. Spend time with your loved ones, laugh until you can’t breathe, pick up wood for that fire you’re building later, watch the night sky, paint the kitchen walls together, make food, and make love.
Why is it so hard for people to make love ? Hook up culture, count me out. I’ve been there, and let me tell you, no happiness was found. A quick rush, sure, followed by a big void.
I don’t want your engagement ring. I don’t care how much you make or the expensive shit you can give me for the rest of my life.
I’ll take a good conversation over all this other crap any day. I’ll take your kindness and your good heart.
I’ll take a walk in the woods over a trip to Disneyland.
I’ll take a night around a campfire over a day at the mall.
I’ll take small gatherings of close friends over an entire table of acquaintances.
Love is doing. Love is action.
Show your love, don’t buy it. Don’t get caught up in the system.
How are you showing your love this season ?