Do you know what love is? Love is not staying up all night repeating no you hang up first.

Love is not the simple touch of a women's hand or a quick sip of that holy water to quench your sick thirst. 

Love is not sending a letter in the mail "sorry I couldn't make Christmas this year".

Love isn't apologizing when you forget the anniversary a third year in a row, let me tell you what love is.

 

Love is when you give that beggar the change you keep in your pocket. He will hug you with limp arms and say God bless. You will smile and say you too.

 

Love is when you hold the elevator door open so the man with the crooked smile and the women with a stern face can enter and say hello how are you though you know they don't really care. 

 

Love can be when you kiss your child goodnight and hold them before they are too big to hold anymore. 

Love can also be when you lay beside your grandmother watching the breath slowly drawn from her as the good lord intended it to be.

 

But love is not what you share only with the people you see everyday. A stranger can offer the biggest heart of all, all you have to do is open yours.

People like us find comfort in the strangest of people. We confide out secrets into the most unlikely of faces But love can grow wherever you plant the seeds, usually the strangest of places.

 

Love. Is that not what this whole religion thing is built upon? Love. We do not focus on the forgiveness, the judgement, or the retribution, but instead everyday we focus on loving thy neighbor even if thy neighbor is an utterly complete stranger. 

 

We may try and come up with excuses to why we can't help the man on the side of the road, or open the door for a man with the crooked smile.

But it's only because you look left on your shoulder. Remember those days when it would grow colder and you had no one to hold but your depression.

And eventually some unlikely person will ask you what's wrong and you'll say nothing I'm fine. When really you're not fine. You're far from fine. You push the thoughts of sadness behind you. Sadness is a fur coat you rap yourself in to keep cozy when it never rains but pours.

You look to strangers and they're happy sad faces as they beg you. In actuality all they want is money or food. Or time.

Just some of your time,

just a 3 second limp armed hug.

It doesn't matter how long it be.

But when they look at you and you keep walking just know they're whispering, won't somebody...

 

love me.