For some reason, I missed the last Love, February, and having just returned to the fan wall a few days ago, I missed @hotcocoagirl‘s post explaining the challenge. Thinking it might be a broad movement (like No Shave November), I did the millenial thing and… Googled it. And Google gave me my love horoscope for February 😶
I chuckled, but soon, my uncontrollable impulse to micro-analyse took over. “Love” is often conceived of so narrowly: as heterosexual, romantic love; as parental love; maybe as the bond that ties friends together.
I’m turning 28 this May, and I’ve never dated anyone or had a romantic relationship. But come to think of it, I sure know a lot about love. And maybe because I never thought about love in the few restricted senses listed, I’ve learned to look out for it in all its alternate forms.
Love is the way an ex-colleague hears about your new job and immediately exclaims, “That’s a perfect fit for you!”, even though it has been 4 years since you worked together; you never realised she knew you this well. It’s the little claw machine unicorn plushie your co-worker leaves on your table (“we got it using a token we picked up, so I believe it’s your lucky mascot”) after a particularly harrowing meeting with your unreasonable boss. It’s the crestfallen expression your brother has when he had a sip of excellent bubble tea and carefully brings it home to share, only to drop it right at your doorstep and spill all of it.
Love doesn’t always present itself as love; more often than not, it comes in small packages of kindness, understanding, and remembrance. How blessed are those of us who learn to see this.
Love, in all its little non-romantic forms,
February
When coco first introduced Love February I guess that post said that is was about all forms of platonic love. So I guess you nailed it. And I think it was a personal thing for them which they shared with us hence I guess its not a challenge found on Google, just a rare gem on DB.
That’s the first Love, February post ~ it went from a writing exercise to lift my mood to a yearly practice I shared on DB for the first time last year.
Only fools, in my opinion, confine love to the romantic ~
Love is love.
I’m older than you and single as far as I can remember.
Not having a couple to share a romantic love doesn’t mean love does not rule my life, because it does: my family, my friends, my moments of solitude. All of them are expressions of love and it makes my world go round.
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PurpleTeapot
February 3, 2020 at 3:11 AM
For some reason, I missed the last Love, February, and having just returned to the fan wall a few days ago, I missed @hotcocoagirl‘s post explaining the challenge. Thinking it might be a broad movement (like No Shave November), I did the millenial thing and… Googled it. And Google gave me my love horoscope for February 😶
I chuckled, but soon, my uncontrollable impulse to micro-analyse took over. “Love” is often conceived of so narrowly: as heterosexual, romantic love; as parental love; maybe as the bond that ties friends together.
I’m turning 28 this May, and I’ve never dated anyone or had a romantic relationship. But come to think of it, I sure know a lot about love. And maybe because I never thought about love in the few restricted senses listed, I’ve learned to look out for it in all its alternate forms.
Love is the way an ex-colleague hears about your new job and immediately exclaims, “That’s a perfect fit for you!”, even though it has been 4 years since you worked together; you never realised she knew you this well. It’s the little claw machine unicorn plushie your co-worker leaves on your table (“we got it using a token we picked up, so I believe it’s your lucky mascot”) after a particularly harrowing meeting with your unreasonable boss. It’s the crestfallen expression your brother has when he had a sip of excellent bubble tea and carefully brings it home to share, only to drop it right at your doorstep and spill all of it.
Love doesn’t always present itself as love; more often than not, it comes in small packages of kindness, understanding, and remembrance. How blessed are those of us who learn to see this.
Love, in all its little non-romantic forms,
February
KSKalways
February 3, 2020 at 6:04 AM
love is love is love.
I love your definition and its beautiful examples, dear Beanie.
wapz
February 3, 2020 at 6:43 AM
When coco first introduced Love February I guess that post said that is was about all forms of platonic love. So I guess you nailed it. And I think it was a personal thing for them which they shared with us hence I guess its not a challenge found on Google, just a rare gem on DB.
Cocoa, The Fake Poet of February
February 3, 2020 at 9:41 AM
https://rathermundane.wordpress.com/2016/02/02/love-february/
That’s the first Love, February post ~ it went from a writing exercise to lift my mood to a yearly practice I shared on DB for the first time last year.
Only fools, in my opinion, confine love to the romantic ~
Eazal
February 3, 2020 at 9:49 AM
Love is love.
I’m older than you and single as far as I can remember.
Not having a couple to share a romantic love doesn’t mean love does not rule my life, because it does: my family, my friends, my moments of solitude. All of them are expressions of love and it makes my world go round.