“We spend too much time wondering and worrying about what’s expected. What’s proper. What makes sense. Love doesn’t make sense. It just is or it isn’t. And once it is, there’s really nothing left to wonder or worry about.”
That line is from With Whom We Spend Our Lives, a story, for those of you who aren’t familiar with it, spends a great deal of time exploring the age old question…Is love enough?
Is it? The truth is, (and this may shock some, my being a romance writer and all) but I don’t think it is. A theory I’ll save for another day, and another quote.
I chose this one today, because of one line. ‘It just is, or it isn’t.’
Have you ever heard someone say, “I love him/her a lot.”?
I have. And makes me crazy every time. How can you love someone a lot? Can you love someone a little? I can’t.
I can like you a lot. And I can like you a little. But once I crash that threshold over to the love side, that’s it. I love you. Period. That’s the whole point of love, it’s infinite and unconditional. That’s what makes it so special, so hard to find and so important to keep.
That’s also what makes it so simple. Such a basic truth, your heart has no choice but to follow it.
He points out at the sand. “I was standing right there when she showed up out of the blue sixteen years ago. I remember because I made a point to look up and make a mental note of the house I was staring at so I could find this exact spot again. I knew, in that moment, even when I didn’t know how it would be possible, that I would be back on this beach, in that same sand, on my knee and asking her to marry me. I’d have done it right then and there if I could have. And I was younger than you. She was younger than Harper.” And I get where he’s going with this. “We spend too much time wondering and worrying about what’s expected. What’s proper. What makes sense. Love doesn’t make sense. It just is or it isn’t. And once it is, there’s really nothing left to wonder or worry about.”
“We have a spot. Harper and I.” My gaze travels out toward the ocean as I remember it clear as day. “First time I ever kissed her. We were standing under the big magnolia tree in her backyard. It’s the same place I first told her I loved her, too.” I can feel my mouth contorting into a grin so huge it hurts my cheeks. “It’s our tree, you know? We spent hours sitting under it. She even has a picture of us sitting there still hanging in her room. It was my favorite of her. She had this massive flower in her hair that day and she was looking at me in a way that made me want to be someone I knew I wasn’t yet. A way that made me believe I could really be that someone someday.”
“Think you’re that someone yet?”
I turn toward him again. “Yeah.”
“Then what the hell are you waiting for?”