Love. Some say it’s mysterious, others say that they understand it completely. I tend to fall in the latter camp. That’s not to say that I know what it’s all about, nor even what it is, but it is to say that I do know what it is not. There are sometimes things in life that that’s all you can ask for.

Talking with a friend last night I found that she is in the former camp, believing that when you love someone, “you just do”. The other side of her argument was that you can really care about someone, really love someone, and not be in love with them…and not know why it is that that’s the case and never hope to ever be able to figure it out. I don’t understand that.

To be in love is to be connected at the heart, it is to be one with someone else. It is not to want, not to worry, not to distrust. It does not rely on anything outside the heart – not time spent together, not gifts, not sex. It is a relationship with no strings attached, as it were.