“True love is a unique and passionate bond that wants the best for the other person regardless of what that means for them. It is the foundation for a healthy, loving relationship. True love is authentic and genuine.” (Google)
Yesterday the man in L.A., formerly known as my man in L.A., sent me a dozen orange-red roses for what I truly do not know, and apparently neither did he since according to him, there were no genuine feelings attached. According to him, these past three and a half years of my flying back-and-forth have led merely to "true like" on his part since according to him, real love is a bond, a commitment, and geographical distance serves to stand in the way of both. But does it really? Whatever happened to the validity of "Love knows no boundaries" because it doesn't, not one. Throughout history, paramours have been separated by thousands of miles, war, famine, pestilence, anything else you can think of, yet the love they possessed for each other survived even if they didn't. (Whatever happened to people like this?)
The most important part of the definition above that the man from L.A. conveniently forgot is the unselfish part: wanting the best for the other person regardless of what that means for him. This part transcends the ordinary. This part has the ability to leap tall buildings in a single bound. This part has the ability to nullify the presence of three thousand miles of separation. And it is the thought that I am leaving you with to contemplate since I know he won't be reading it.
In this resplendent season of love, let us remember to love each other well regardless of what may stand between us: politics, religion, geography, culture, traditions, etc. One of the most spiritual musicians ever to walk the planet, George Harrison, who celebrated a death date a few days ago, was a seer when it came to matters regarding the heart. The proof is in "Isn't It a Pity": “Isn’t it a pity; isn’t it a shame/How we break each other’s hearts, cause each other pain/How we take each other’s love without thinking anymore, forgetting to give back, isn’t it a pity/Some things take so long/But how do I explain/When not too many people can see we’re all the same/And because of all their tears/Their eyes can’t hope to see/The beauty that surrounds them/Isn’t it a pity.”
I can think of no better words to end this final Word-to-Words entry of 2022. May it bring new beginnings and much requited love to you and yours in 2023.
Happy Holidays!!!!!
With love,
Gwyn
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