Love & The Biker Chef

I was recently asked to write a guest post for Terri Giuliano Long's blog. The theme was "Love" and is of course in preparation for Valentine's Day. Here are my two cents worth and please don't forget to check out Terri's blog and best-selling novel, In Leah's Wake. 

By Pandora Poikilos

Love is the dashing stranger you notice across the room. As he meets your gaze, your heart skips a beat and you feel as if the two of you are the only ones in the room. He comes over to talk to you and you are drowned in sweetness of his words. Music fills the air as he kisses you and whispers you are his everything. You go out on a date and you see the rest of your life falling into place as the two of you ride off into a mesmerizing sunset.

Screeching halt.

Yes, that is the vision most of us would like to receive when we think about love. And don’t shake your head because if this isn’t what people expect at least 10 box-office movies and best-selling novels would have been flops. We all have expectations when it comes to love and very often we feel disappointed when it doesn’t include music, sunsets and passion. From my experience, love is anything but the above. In fact, it’s so much more.

Love is the soft grass that cushions your fall when your dreams are dashed and you fall to the ground. Love walks in when the rest of the world walks out and helps you to pick up the pieces when you think you have no strength left in you. Love is the gentle but firm voice that tells you not to give up in the face of obstacles, even if one of these obstacles includes brain surgery. Love is your eyes when you cannot see and when all the world seems blurry, love offers clarity.

Love doesn’t serenade you with expensive Hollywood effects or white horses. Instead it keeps you warm in the simple knowledge that you will always have someone who accepts you for who you are, irrelevant of your imperfections. How do I know this for sure? Because I’ve met with love. He showed up in an unlikely package in the most unexpected place but piece by piece, my love, my biker chef or as some of you have come to know him as Peas has been my rock in ways I can only hope that I am the same for him.

So this Valentine’s day or anytime else, if you think love has yet to cross paths with you, forget the glitz and the glamour. Keep it simple. Don’t expect, accept. And most of all, it doesn’t matter if you are imperfect. Love will find a way, always and always. Love and light.