Important Theme

“Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye”

-H. Jackson Brown Jr.

Love is a strong word.  Not a lot of people believe in that word or shall I say the meaning of that word.  Many can describe love to be a profoundly tender, passionate affection towards another person or a person toward who love is felt; sweetheart; beloved person.  No matter how one may describe it, were as a noun, a verb or adjective, love is a strong word that not many people use.  When I think of love and I mean true love, I think of my parents.  They have been together for fifty years.  My mother was sixteen when they met and it was not love at first sight.  My mother, like many other woman, dream of a tall handsome muscular man with caramel skin and dimples.  Now I don’t know about you, but men who look pretty on the outside and have at heart of gold in the inside, are as rare as a pearl in the sea. 

When my mother met my father, love was nowhere near her vocabulary.  He was the complete opposite of my mother’s ideal man.  He had light brown hair, the fairest skin in the entire island of Puerto Rico and blue eyes.  This did not hinder my father’s plan of winning over my mother. My father chased my mother for years before she finally gave in.  For him, love was at first sight.  It did not take long for my mother to forget that my father was not tanned nor had a muscular body.  He was an easy guy to love.  Ever since then, they have been inseparable. Whatever he did, she did.  If she was sick, he would soon follow suit.  If she read, he read too.  You get the picture.  To this day, they still do everything together.   It tears me to say this, but if one was ever to depart this earth before the other; the other would surely die of a broken heart. I could almost bet on that.  When I look at them, I see happiness, passion and best friends.  I hope to someday have what they have, true love.