Brave Love, or Some Gratuitous Capitalization

I stole this from his blog. Lovely, no?

I had drinks with my friend Arthur tonight.  He is excessively lovely and I was far too talkative.  The things a beer will do to a girl, I tell you.  One of the things I like about Arthur is how much Arthur likes his wife.  He told me once that they fight a lot, but it is because they both have Big Personalities and even Bigger Love.  And I believe him.

I’ve been called a Crappy Romantic.  At least in the Traditional Sense. Over done first date sentiments make me Profoundly Uncomfortable.  The pressure of things like Valentine’s Day make me Disinterested.  And I don’t really believe in The One.  I believe more in Making It Work.  I think we meet someone and we fall in love with them because we Connect and we think the other person has Good Thoughts and an Even Better Heart.  And hopefully their crazy matches our crazy in a way that means usually at least one of us is on the ground to talk the other out of his or her tree, but even if we both end up there at the same time, we can at least Make Each Other Laugh.  Then, someday, after lots of Moments, we Choose To Keep Loving.  But I think Really Liking who that other person Already Is probably helps a lot with those Future Choices.

I once called Arthur’s wife “wee” because she is a Rather Slight Person and he responded Really?  Because he has never thought of her as particularly Small.  Which may not sound like a compliment, if you are one of those girls who is Prone To Get In a Huff.  But I think it is rather the best thing I have ever heard.  He doesn’t think of her as Small because she has such a Big Personality.  I like that.

I probably like this sentiment so much in part because it hits on one of my own insecurities: that I’m Not Very Interesting.  Thus, I think the idea of someone seeing my personality as Big is Excessively Romantic.  But I also like it because sometimes I suspect we are all tempted to be small and try to Not Take Up Space because we are Afraid.  And after we do that enough, we start to Whither and we forget that we have Things To Say.   And when that happens, we Need To Be Reminded.   So I  think the idea of having someone out there who sees that you are anything but Slight is quite incredible, really.

Even if I am a Crappy Romantic.