“I love you” is a promise. Love is deep and abiding. It is not seeking as much as offering. It does not ask “How can this person fit into my world”, but wonders “What could I do to enrich theirs”. It does not number faults, or count transgressions. It celebrates strengths, and honors qualities. Love hungers, but not for anything as much as it hungers to demonstrate itself.
“I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me…”
Sylvia Plath – The Journals of Sylvia Plath
To love is to offer a piece of your heart to another, to give it freely, and with joy. To be loved is a rare gift, one to be held close and treasured. What greater gift could one receive than the heart of another? Surely that be a more precious gift than gold or platinum. Thus, the exchange of a single love given and received is more monumental than all the trades in all the markets of the world. And yet, this is something that can be offered by all, can be received by any. What a wondrous thing love is.