Random Musings

Her.

Why do you love her?

Is she the fairest maiden of them all? Did she move the world from below your feet when you first laid eyes on her?

Did she blind you with her beauty?

No? Why do you love her?

Is she a habit? A drug you can’t give up?

Is she an addiction? Like smoking cigarettes after cigarettes, which do nothing to calm your chaotic mind yet you keep reaching out to them, hold them between your fingers and kiss them with your lips. Like reaching out to the next glass of bourbon, with two cubes of ice. Just that much, no more, no less.

Does she provide you with a sense of stability? Does she make you feel like you have grown up? That you are ready to take the next step in your path to adulthood? Does marriage, a union of two souls, an amalgam of two lives, attract you to her? Is she a means to your ends? Is she?

Do you love her for the storm that brews inside her?

Do you love her for the raging orchestra that is inside her, around her, that takes over everything that she touches, slow notes being struck repeatedly till they reach a crescendo and just don’t stop beyond the high?

Do you love the lightning and thunder that echo like music? Do you dance in the endless rain, with her?

Does this seem like too much for one person to bear? Does she feel like a task, a daily activity which no man can or should have to deal with?

Does loving her consume you? Does your love for her take over your entire life? Does your love for her color everything that was previously, solely, you?

Does her mere presence light up your sky, not with the warm glow of the rising sun, or with the gloomy hue of the setting sun, but with the lightning that gets rain in its wake?

Do you love her cracks and wounds, that still bleed, ugly sores?

So, why do you love her?