Love Is ...
All of a sudden, it occurs to me: I know what love is - all sixty-two definitions of it!
They come from a bright red book written and illustrated by Charles M. Schulz (of Peanuts fame) which I'd won as a little girl in a contest organized by a children's magazine I'd subscribed to. It is now a little worse for wear, but still a first rate read.
I loved it when my parents first collected it for me. But as with new toys and new books, I lost interest in it after its novelty had worn off. Then it had laid, forsaken, on the bookshelf, collecting dust for quite awhile ... until I 'found' it as a teenager.
At fourteen, I brought it to school with me and showed it to my crush, who'd asked, "So, which is your favorite?"
I knew I would get a demonstration of the definition I chose if it were something that could be expressed physically and immediately, so I pointed to something my crush often did with me anyway ... and I got tickled.
Later, it almost got left with an ex. It was in his hands when we broke up, and I was too chicken-shit to ask it back from him. I'd tried returning everything he gave me, but he refused to accept them. Very fortunately (and it must've been the only bit of decency in him), he'd also thought to return things of mine I'd left with him. He gave them to a mutual girl friend of ours, I took only this book and told her to trash everything else.
Nearly a decade later, I showed Alvina the book when she dropped by one night and she was so tickled by it she made me promise to type it up and email it to her. Which I did.
Going through the book now, I realize, judging against these sixty-two definitions, I have loved.
And if it is meant to be, maybe ...
Love Is ... Walking Hand-In-Hand
Charles M. Schulz, 1965
(This edition was first published 1989 by Federal Publications (S) Pte Ltd)
(21:47 SGT)
They come from a bright red book written and illustrated by Charles M. Schulz (of Peanuts fame) which I'd won as a little girl in a contest organized by a children's magazine I'd subscribed to. It is now a little worse for wear, but still a first rate read.
I loved it when my parents first collected it for me. But as with new toys and new books, I lost interest in it after its novelty had worn off. Then it had laid, forsaken, on the bookshelf, collecting dust for quite awhile ... until I 'found' it as a teenager.
At fourteen, I brought it to school with me and showed it to my crush, who'd asked, "So, which is your favorite?"
I knew I would get a demonstration of the definition I chose if it were something that could be expressed physically and immediately, so I pointed to something my crush often did with me anyway ... and I got tickled.
Later, it almost got left with an ex. It was in his hands when we broke up, and I was too chicken-shit to ask it back from him. I'd tried returning everything he gave me, but he refused to accept them. Very fortunately (and it must've been the only bit of decency in him), he'd also thought to return things of mine I'd left with him. He gave them to a mutual girl friend of ours, I took only this book and told her to trash everything else.
Nearly a decade later, I showed Alvina the book when she dropped by one night and she was so tickled by it she made me promise to type it up and email it to her. Which I did.
Going through the book now, I realize, judging against these sixty-two definitions, I have loved.
And if it is meant to be, maybe ...
Love Is ... Walking Hand-In-Hand
Charles M. Schulz, 1965
(This edition was first published 1989 by Federal Publications (S) Pte Ltd)
Love is having a special song.
Love is accepting a person for what he is.
Love is sharing your popcorn.
Love is getting someone a glass of water in the middle of the night.
Love is a valentine with lace all around the edges.
Love is looking out for your friends.
Love is a phone call.
Love is a helping hand.
Love is trust.
Love is being nominated neighborhood dog of the year.
Love is eating out with your whole family.
Love is rooting together for your team.
Love is wanting to make someone smile.
Love is listening without interrupting.
Love is being polite to people.
Love is helping your team to win.
Love is visiting a sick friend.
Love is watching someone else’s boring show on T.V.
Love is sitting all the way through a recital.
Love is believing in someone.
Love is not littering.
Love is helping someone through his battles.
Love is hoping that she hasn’t forgotten you.
Love is walking in the rain together.
Love is making fudge together.
Love is flowers from your favorite person.
Love is being tolerant.
Love is meeting someone by the pencil sharpener.
Love is letting your house guest have your room.
Love is waking someone up from a bad dream.
Love is making plans together.
Love is wondering what he’s doing right now this very moment.
Love is being a good loser.
Love is buying somebody a present with your own money.
Love is passing notes back and forth in school.
Love is being hospitable.
Love is letting him win even though you know you could slaughter him.
Love is being happy just knowing that she’s happy … but that isn’t so easy.
Love is dressing up for someone.
Love is a push in the right direction.
Love is not nagging.
Love is being faithful to the very end.
Love is when your friends ask to give you a testimonial dinner.
Love is tickling.
Love is an invitation to lunch.
Love is allowing someone to sleep late.
Love is committing yourself in writing.
Love is hating to say goodbye.
Love is mussing up someone’s hair.
Love is loaning your best comic magazines.
Love is walking hand-in-hand.
Love is helping your sister with her homework.
Love is a letter on pink stationery.
Love is being a good watch dog.
Love is wishing you had nerve enough to go over and talk with that little girl with the red hair.
Love is being patient with your little brother.
Love is close dancing.
Love is standing in a doorway just to see her if she comes walking by.
Love is a flag.
Love is a goodnight kiss.
Love is a smile even when he keeps you waiting.
Love is the whole world.
(21:47 SGT)
posted by s at 02:47
2 Comments:
It seems, you become obsessed with love or the definition of love. I was reading down your 62 definitions and got bored before I finished 4th or 5th. Well, why am I writing to you? It seems we have common likings e.g. A.R. Rahaman though I like Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy more and Jhankaar Beats. As you are wondering what love is. I can recommend you to watch movies like "The English Patient" or "Love Actually" and enjoy, if you didn't enjoyed those already. Watch and let me know how you liked.
Love is everything good and painful and beautiful and hideous at the same time.
Love is just love, it has no meaning...but Charles had the right idea...that to express that love to the other person is more precious than anything...
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