The well of my heart is deep...

To you that I love, know that I love you with all of my heart. The well of my heart is deep and the love I feel for you cannot be displaced by the love I have for another.

There's nothing in the world like the love between good friends. You have love for your spouse, your kids, your family, but they're all different, special in their own right and none like that love you have for your friend. Of course the conversations vary and that's a part of it; You can say things to friends that you'd never say to a spouse or a sibling. You can admit your faults more readily, explain your misdeeds, reminisce about times gone by, and commiserate about all of those other relationships as they go through their highs and lows.

The line between romantic love and platonic love is what? A sexual boundary, a physical line, a social taboo? I'm not sure. Maybe it's just something within us, some categorization system we choose that says "this is a and this is b" and the only real defining line isn't in the love we feel or how we express it, but in who we give it to. So it becomes "this is love a because it's Tom and this is love b because it's Susan".

There are days when I love my wife in a romantic sense. There are other days that I love her as my friend and companion for these last 17 years. And other days that the love is more like that of some distant relative (you know those days). The point being that love changes over time and some times it changes minute to minute. Call it a chemical reaction or a choice, I don't care. Regardless, I think it's special and needs to be rejoiced in.

I think there are too many implied social taboos that disallow us from telling the people we love the most how much we honestly and wholeheartedly care for them. We're too concerned that it might seem gay, or that someone else might become jealous, or that the attention might be unwanted. I'm not above that. In fact I've experienced it on more than one occasion attempting to let my wife in on the "secrets" of who I love in my life. It's a hard thing to impart.

As much as our minds can imagine and think up they still appear to be unable to produce the right combination of words to produce an explanation that anyone else can understand. And so it is with love. Ask any 50 people and you'll get completely different explanations, even if they at first sound the same I bet if you dig deeper there are chasms of differences.

A false assumption is made about love, that there is a finite amount to go around. There's an assumption that if I love you wholeheartedly than I cannot love another. Yet what happens when a family grows? Do you stop loving one child so that you can love another? Do you try to love one less so you can love all of them equally. Or does your heart grow and love expands to fill it so that everyone can rejoice in complete adoration?

So to you that I love, know that I love you with all of my heart. You are a wellspring of kindness. Know that I adore thee. The well of my heart is deep and the love I feel for you cannot be displaced by the love I have for another.