All I’ve ever known about love I learned from a couple who met one November and was engaged by January.
(If that’s not the definition of spontaneous I don’t know what is.)
He says he ran out of things to say at dinner that night.
She says, “when you know, you know.”
29 years later, here we are. Here I am.
I am the product of what most people would call insanity.
They were supposed to do all these things,
She was supposed to toss and turn and wonder if he’s the one,
He was supposed to introduce her to his family before bringing her home one night and saying
"This is Denise. We’re getting married."
But I’ve learned that The Notebook isn’t the script, sometimes it’s Titanic.
and the fleeting instant of love isn’t fleeting
and it’s not merely an instant.
It’s 29 years of growing together.
All I’ve ever known about love I learned from a man who uses “moron” and “big nose” as terms of endearment
and a woman who told me “I can’t judge how a person loves…look at what I did.”
Love doesn’t judge, and love may happen in an instant
and for worse it may be 500 Days of Summer and for a lucky few it may be The Notebook. More power to ‘em.
But I think true love is Titanic, and I don’t mean your Jack has to die, no.
I mean it happens all at once.
One day your co-worker is telling you to give this man your card, the next you’re sending your kids off to college.
And what you instill in them is as eternal as these words written on paper
And when they’re looking for love and they think they might be crazy but they know they’re just crazy for a boy with big dreams they find comfort in knowing that the real deal
is pretty insane
and so they write their own script.
That is what I know about love.