Self-love
I do not know how, but I am married to this lovely lady. I do not remember her name, but I remember her lovely caramel skin and stunning figure, and that she is at least 10 years older than me. But that's not a problem. We have had lovely children together. We have raised them well so far. I love her so much. And I think I have shown it. At one point, I heard her telling a friend that if she took a knife and cut her right now, my love for her will ooze out instead of blood.
When the bell rang to wake me up from nap at work, the second thought I had was if I went to a hospital, my loneliness would need immediate medical intervention. The first thought was what if I love myself as much as I love this imaginary lady? It's not an original thought. I read a similar story from "Love Yourself Like Your Life Depends On It" before. Kamal was walking with friends, who were a couple. He complimented on how lovely the lady was. She replied that it was because she was in love. He mused on how love can make humans thrive. Then he realized that such love could come from within instead.
"When I get home, before I go inside, I pause and realize something. The love, it doesn’t have to necessarily be for another, does it? Love is an emotion, love is a feeling, love is a way of being. That spring in the step, that smile, that openness, can’t it simply come from loving ourselves?
That stops me. Of course. Here we are, thinking that one needs to be in love with another to shine, to feel free and shout from the rooftops, but the most important person, the most important relationship we’ll ever have is waiting, is craving to be loved truly and deeply."
Touchy-feely stuff I know. Maybe I am truly delusional. Regardless, I find it beautiful. And it certainly brightened my afternoon.