The reality of it is that love is . . . indescribable, indefinable. It is not something that can be easily encapsulated and yet when you experience love you know it even though you can’t explain it. The thing that my mind always gets stuck on is how it disrupts the laws of mathematics. We all know that one plus one equals two, but in love there are two answers to that: one plus one equals two and one plus one equals one. A man can be a whole person and yet when joined with his partner becomes “one” in another way–“The two shall be as one.” I know that I am complete and a fully realized human being and yet with my partner Brian I somehow become more fully realized when I am one with him. It is mind-boggling. Math has always confused me.
Love is . . . what? I don’t know. I can’t define it in a simple phrase like that. It is useless to try. How can it be summarized in a simple sentence when the universe itself cannot contain it? Trying to describe love does little more than make one sound like a blathering idiot. A person can only live it, feel it, be in it. The definition comes in the experience and it is written upon our souls. But it really cannot be translated.
I know that when our hands touch our souls do, too. I know that when we look into each other’s eyes there is an understanding that transcends this earthly realm. I know that our love is eternal. It is outside of time and space. I know that I don’t need to define it. I just need to be in it, in each moment and always. I know that my love and what I do with it will define me.