I’m going to talk about something that many people feel I have absolutely no reason to talk about: love. If you feel this way, stop now and read no further. I don’t need it the negativity, and frankly, even if you have the right to complain, go get your own blog and post it there. My blog, my words, my choice.

People have so many fucked up ideas about love. Some mistake control for it, or use it for that reason. Others treat it with disdain, or dismiss it as mere chemicals. I pity those people, but I understand. Love has cost me so much, and yet has also given me the greatest rewards. And yet, most of the time, our mass media and culture gets it all so wrong, in my opinion.

If you consume a lot of media, love is about the dramatic moments, the grand gestures, the sweeping off your feet and leaving to a round of applause. I get the appeal, trust me. I’ve been involved with some of those, and it’s exciting, exhilarating and memorable. But those moments aren’t what love is built on.

To my mind, what love is built on, and grows on, are many tiny moments. It is , in the words of Death in Bergman’s Seventh Seal, “Strawberries and Cream”. It’s the little things that build it brick by brick. It’s the way she breathes when she’s asleep. Its the smile you can hear through the phone when he’s thinking about you. It’s hundreds of good mornings and brief hand holds. It’s not just the prom, but the laundromat as well.

And we lose sight of that. And when you don’t prize the little, you lose the big. People can point to this or that in a breakup, and not realize there’s a so many moments that lead up to that end.

But I’m not thinking about that tonight. I’m thinking about the salad that is a loving relationship. The popcorn in front of the TV, the squeeze of a hand while driving, and running errands all blur together.

If you’re in love, I wish you well. If you’re not in love, or have a broken heart, I wish you well. Even if you hate me right now, chances are, I love you and am rooting for you. I wish you the patience to weather the storms if you’re in love. I wish recovery for those who have been wounded and are hurting. Good Night

PS. I love you, Jasmine.