I Love You – Just As You Are

Galvanised to action by absolutezero’s posting on “Love Actually Is…“, I rummaged my hard drive to find this nugget which I had preserved from a book I read, that had struck a DONG in me about what love meant.

Which was the truth, and quite unexpectedly prompted him to answer that unspoken question he had earlier avoided: “I love you-just as you are.”

It was, he realized, an honest declaration or, at least, as honest as he was capable, of. He was not sure precisely what love was, but if it meant such feelings as he entertained at the thought of losing her to another, or seeing her each day knowing he could not have her, then, yes, he loved her. If it meant this exhilaration he felt holding her, at the thought of their being together nightly, then, yes, he loved her. But if it meant staying with her, both their lives lived out as servants…indentured until death freed them, then – he must admit – he was not sure. He could not forsake the dream of escape. He could not tell her that, nor yet feel confident of sharing his dream. The guilt he felt at that surprised him, and if such guilt was a part of love, then again yes, he loved her.

Exile’s Children by Angus Wells.

DONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGggggggggggg…………gGg……..!