I love you in the way that I do: crazily, daringly, vulnerably, anxiously. I don’t love you in the way that you do: calmly, steadily, carefully, sensibly. I can only love you for who you are, and you can only love me for who I am, if we love each other in the opposite ways that you and I generally love.
(Let me repeat this differently, to complicate it more. Here’s one way of truly loving you – I complicate the parts of my whole, for you to take a glimpse of my many layers):
If you were to love me in the way that I love you, and I was to love you in the way that you love me, how sad would that be? How sad would it be if we were loved in the only way we know how to love, nothing more, and nothing less? Don’t love me in the loud way that I love you. Love me carefully less, love me sensibly more; love me in any way that’s different from mine. Show me contrasts that break a mountain to make a rift so that I can see not only where I stand, but also where I could dare to walk past, and go across.
Love me in the steady way that you do, so that it compliments the crazy way that I love you, so that I can always have something new about you to unlearn, and you can always break something old in me to rebuild.
Beisan A. Alshafei
June 21st, 2019
Beisan's Burble 