Greek love; a series
Deep friendship; Philia
I think it’s very difficult to find a true friend. Friendship requires trust and mutual interest and availability. But to find all of these things in one person is harder than it seems.
Mutual interest is easy if you are open to trying new things, But it’s difficult if you have no time.
Availability is easy if you’re open to doing nothing. But nothing is almost never interesting.
Trust is easy if you have nothing to hide. But secretes aren’t always yours to tell.
Selfless love; Agape
Selfless love is love that is extended to all people regardless of how well you know them. Today I think this love is very lacking. We are afraid to show love because rejection is much more common. With advancements in communication, how could it not be? And when we get used to rejection, we stop trying.
But if I only show love so I might be appreciated, my love is not selfless.
When love is coming from you, you still feel it all the same. So, I suggest falling in love. With everything.
Playful love; Ludus
I think you’re funny, You could say such trivial things and I still find myself laughing. No. You don’t even need to say anything. Even your smile is contagious. It’s so bright. My heart sings upon seeing it. And I wish I had the courage to kiss you when it gets quiet, so I could taste that smile on my lips.
Self love: Philautia
There are four conditions of a healthy body.
Exercise: not just of the arms and legs, but of the mind and heart, ensures I have a strong body. One that can withstand adversity.
Sustenance: consumption of enough food and drink, taking into account nutrients, and the things I should avoid, gives me the energy to do as much as I like throughout the day.
Rest: to give the body time to heal, not just by sleeping but by taking breaks between particularly tiring events, provides the space for growth.
Meditation: the ability to calm and focus my mind, allows me to stave off stress.
By practicing these four conditions, I show others that I Love myself.
Parental love; storge
I don’t hear my father tell me he loves me very often. In fact, I think he will only say it when he thinks he has to; but even still I have never thought the love was lacking.
Growing up whenever I showed interest in something, he would always show his support in some way. Even trivial things like the food I enjoyed.
Every now and then he would buy something new from the store just to try it. I remember he bought a box of cookies one time. I told him I liked them, and the next week there must have been ten boxes in the pantry.
This is how my father shows love.
Sexual love; eros
My heart doesn’t beat blood anymore. It beats sparks that swirl around my veins and pulse throughout my body. Her touch makes the pressure worse. I feel stronger and weaker at the same time, like I could lift her with one hand and still break between her fingers.
My breathing is heavy when she is near enough that I can smell her. It isn’t a scent that fills my lungs, but crashes against the inside of my head. And it sings with notes so beautiful, I find my body being pulled toward her when I hear it.
She has me under her spell, and I’ll gladly dance to its rhythm.
longstanding love; pragma
She has known me for too long. She can read me like I’m a page from one of her books. By my breath she knows when I’m upset, by my walk she knows when I’m tired, by my eyes she knows that I lover her. So much she knows, and it only makes her more beautiful.
