Love Defies Logic

I’ve loved before. I loved my high school boyfriend, my first serious boyfriend, the man I got engaged to, the first man I married. I wasn’t IN LOVE with any of them.

My late husband, the man who broke down all the walls, who quieted my brain, who defied all logic. That’s the only man I’ve been IN LOVE with.

I put up with things I would never even consider tolerating from another person. I saw red flags and was unphased.

I was so completely in love with him I lost all logic. That’s not a bad thing.

He helped me grow and explore in ways no one else could. His red flags were just part of the adventure. I have red flags too. Makes me interesting, or something.

I ran on fumes and didn’t even realize it, I was so blissfully in love with him. I stayed with him at the hospital for 5 weeks, running on 4 hours of sleep, 9 hours of work and pure obsession. None of it mattered to me. He made me strong and brave. He kept me laughing. His mere presence was peace.

His death was chaos.

I can say with undoubted surety, I will never love another person like I loved him. That’s not to say I won’t love another person in some capacity. But it will never be another love that defies logic.