Have you ever held somebody, and felt like you couldn’t get close enough? Like no matter how tightly you squeezed or how deeply you buried yourself into them, it just wasn’t close enough?
Maybe you hang on every word they say. They could tell you the same stories, the same jokes, the same ideas over and over again, and even though you know the punchline every time, you don’t mind listening.
Perhaps their success means more to you than your own ever will. The good in their life doesn’t spark even the smallest amount of jealousy, because their happiness and comfort means more to you than pride ever will.
And it’s possible one look in their eyes destroys any fear you thought you ever had. Tears they caused can only be dried by them, anger they created can only be overcome by them.
Maybe their turmoil becomes yours. Every sadness and illness, every ounce of pain is felt in your core as if it were your own. You seek to fix intangible cracks, and fill invisible holes.
And you know in the deepest, most secret parts of you that if their heart were to stop beating, yours would lose its purpose as well.
We have gotten trapped into this idea that there is only one or two ways to love someone. This just can’t be true. You can adore someone with all the deepest depths of your heart, but not be able to be with them.
You can worship the ground someone walks on, and never say it out loud. It can be in the subtleties of your interactions. Asking if they’re cold, if they’re eating.
It can be behind the scenes: watching their life progress without you in it in any way you can.
You can love someone at the wrong time, stars crossing on the verge of their supernova, too volatile to interact, but still brilliant and beautiful in their destruction.
You can love someone too deeply, enabling toxic habits for the sake of the peace, and for fear of abandonment.
You can love someone too protectively, attempting to shield them from all the world’s evils, never allowing them the pain they need to grow.
You can love innocently, blind to the possibility of heartbreak and disappointment. Ignorant to flaws and mistakes made.
You can love suspiciously, questioning every compliment, every kiss, every song. You can wonder what is real, assume the worst, and live on the adrenaline of never knowing.
You can love lustfully, savoring deep kisses and deeper sighs. Reveling in moonlight, but never in daylight.
You can love in every aspect of your soul, allowing it to consume you and confirm in your heart of hearts what you know to be true.
There is not one way to love someone. There is not one way to be loved. Do not miss the rays of light that shine into your life simply because you are unsure what color they shine. Allow all aspects of love to enter your life, and allow all facets of your heart to explain them.