My sister, Annika, asked me one day:
"Do you love Visa (my hubby for life) more or does he love you more?"
In Maria's troubled, blonde head:
"Hmm...Tough one. I'd like to say that he loves me more, I wonder why. Maybe that would mean that I'm more desirable or something. Nah, that's not it. Maybe I would be safer then somehow. It'd be reassuring, I guess. It could mean that no matter what I feel or whatever happens, I would always know that he loves me, at least a little bit, unless somebody gives him the darn one billion, that is. (phew, that's a lot of commas!) Damn. I have a pathological desire to be loved by everybody."
Maria: I think it varies. Sometimes I love him more and vice versa.
Annika: Good answer, you should be a politician (she didn't really say that, but I think she should have).
Maria: But how do you measure love? (Wow, I'm deep!)
Annika: Maybe in how much you need the other person.
Maria: I'm gonna write about this in my blog. So much for being deep.
What do you think? How do you measure love? Is it possible even? I mean how do I even know that my love is the same feeling as your love? My blue might be your black. (And Visa thinks I'm no philosopher, hah) I guess you don't have to measure love. It's not like it's a competition. What would it be good for?
