“I love the fact that you have protected a part of your day for love. Love is never mundane.”
After reading Impromptu Promptling’s post Breakfast of Champions I spent some time reflecting on the relationship between intimacy, shared time and loneliness.
Love is not mundane, can never be mundane. By it’s nature it negates the mundane. It brightens where darkness had fallen, warms what was once cold and colours the grayest day.
It’s the coldest, dreariest, least laudable month of the year in the Western calendar having no special significance, no festivals and no redeeming qualities.
Love fills all the empty spaces, all the awkward silences, unspoken and yet a glance speaks volumes.
It’s the absence of love like a hole in the world, (when you miss it you notice), it that tells you where love truly matters.
When turning the key to an empty apartment after coming home from work. When waking up in the morning. When the afternoon turns to evening on a Sunday afternoon.
In all the empty spaces…
(Blogging 101: Be Inspired by the Neighbors – Today’s assignment: write a post that builds on one of the comments you left yesterday. Don’t forget to link to the other blog!)