I am a hopeless romantic, always have been. It’s funny that I should be one considering how frequently I have been deeply pessimistic about life, the universe, and everything. Still, I have always steadfastly refused to believe anything but the best about love.
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The concept of love that I was raised with is that of Agape, unconditional love. It is the type of love that is being written about in the oft-recited wedding staple 1 Corinthians 13:
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.”
English does a disservice in giving us only one word where the Greeks had four and because of this shortcoming of language love has, as the poet Bon Jovi sang, been given a bad name. We same word to describe the fleeting affections of youth, our body’s erotic-longings, and even the pleasure we get from chocolate, as we use to describe what should be the most important and significant function of humanity: to love another.
Or how we feel about cock.
“To love another person is to see the face of God.” Victor Hugo wrote that, and that is precisely how I feel about the idea of love. Love is directly tied to my hope and belief in a created universe.
Professor Chaos believes in a different world. She is a true empiricist, believing in a purely physical world. Because we believe in different worlds I do not understand exactly what her concept of love looks like, but I believe her when she tells me that she loves me.
It’s our one year anniversary today, and I am so excited to be celebrating what I hope will be the first of many.
I love her so much, so deeply, and so truly that it improves my outlook on life. I can not be a pessimist and be in love with her. My sense and cynicism melt away. My love for her fills me with hope for our future,
Huh, it’s already been slightly over a year since I sat down and read that you and Chaos started dating. Well, time flies, evidently. Happy anniversary, Peroxide.