I’ve been thinking about love a lot lately. It’s my job, but it’s been strange lately to think about it in a different way. I’ve been wondering what love really feels like or seems like, to others instead of just me. In reality, I’ve been wondering about what I think love is also.
There are different kinds of love. We all know this. You have family love – the first love we all experience. Then there’s love for your close friends. You have love for your significant other. And love for their family and friends.
When I was thinking about all this, I tried to figure out how love really feels.
Family love is steady and always there. We took our kids to see Frozen last week and saw a tremendous example of family love. I think family love is something we always feel but don’t really acknowledge. But family are people we would do anything for.
Love for friends is something we choose. With family, we always love them and accept that it’s always been there. With friends you choose it. The people you are close friends with, the ones you love, are people you choose. Many times they are people you have something in common with, or people who challenge you to be a better person.
Love for your significant other is the love we usually think about. It’s the love I write about. It’s what we all dream about. It’s love that starts as friendship love and grows into family love. It’s love that brings everything to you and makes you feel like you’re the luckiest person around.
But love in books is rarely what we feel. Maybe at first you feel a spark. You connect with someone. You know something is there that’s different.
Over time that love fades and changes. It becomes a love that you accept is always there, but one that you take for granted. The spark is gone and you no longer think it’s special or wonderful.
But it’s still the best sort of love.
In my next book, Work For It, I’ve been thinking about this a lot. The main character is Lizzy Greenwood (you’ll remember her as Cat’s best friend in Wait For It). Lizzy feels like something is missing in her life. She worries her life has lost it’s meaning and she has nothing left to hold on to. Lizzy isn’t sure if she loves her husband, Aaron, anymore and tries to figure out how to get things straight in her life.
I think we all feel that way. I’ve certainly questioned my relationship at times. I read about people falling in love, and write about it, and I wonder why my life doesn’t look like it does in the books.
But then I remember that my life is exactly what it should be. I think that’s the truth about love. Love is not always going to be exciting and new. It’s not always going to be passionate and take you by surprise. But it’s true and it’s there. It’s comfortable and it makes you feel like you’re all that matters. And for me, that’s worth more than new and exciting any day!