“The only creatures that are evolved enough to convey pure love are dogs and infants.” ― Johnny Depp
“I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.” ― Jane Austen, Persuasion
I love to love. I believe most people do. The desire to love and be loved is the reason we have cats and dogs and other animals in our houses, despite all the problems that come with them. And the reason we have children. And the reason many of us want life partners instead of just hooking up for sexual encounters.
For me, one of the best parts of love is the awe of it. Just looking at a picture of a kitten, I get the ‘awww’ feeling. I feel the same about babies and small children. That’s basic chemistry. We’re wired so we want to take care of the child, the kitten, the puppy. It’s a built-in tool to ensure survival of the species. And the sense of awe (or ‘awww’) is good for us, too. It softens our hearts and makes us happy. Even if we’re feeling down or even a bit flat, we immediately perk up.
And love between a man and a woman… That’s almost the hardest. In the beginning, everything is shiny and new, and it’s easy to love each other… And then we get to know each other’s faults and quirks and sloppy habits (guilty!) – or the too neat and particular habits. I think that’s why we love romances. Despite difficulties, the couple connects in the end, and the triumph of love gives us that awe feeling, whether it’s a modern-day Cinderella story or a vampire falling in love with a werewolf in the middle of a vampire-werewolf war. If a vampire and a werewolf can find love, we certainly can. (Yet I still think a neatnik and a slob might be a tougher match.)
If the writer does her job well, we live through the characters and feel the love, the passion, the rightness. At the end of the book, we put the book or ereader down and sigh with complete satisfaction. And now we have that love inside us.
I feel that love as I write my books, too. Like the Trogg’s said, “Love is All Around.” And you don’t have to go very far to find it. Just open a book.
What has made you feel the awe of love lately?