Thoughts on Love

You may ponder the meaning of love in your life. The most important thing is how you share it.

You may be nervously making big pronouncements of your love for the first time and wondering if will they love you too? Or you may be saying I love you for the tenth time that day to the person you’ve been with for thirty years, signalling a connection that is deep and intense. 

Then there is the love of your family: your parents, siblings, and children. A different kind of love, without the passion, but nonetheless as important. Your family may have been the backbone of your life if you’re lucky, their care and love may have given you warmth and support, and set you onwards at the start of your life with a spring in your step. And even now, they keep you close.

The love of friends comes from a different place that is no less profound, warm, or supportive. A friend doesn’t necessarily say I love you as your family or lover would.  In my dealings with friends, I’ve always tried to be helpful and kind above all else. A thoughtful word or a hug goes a long way when times are difficult. Often friends will take the place of family, supporting your successes and giving you long-lasting memories.

I’m about to publish my first book, Nero. My editor and publisher is Nicci Robinson (Robyn Nyx). She is also my mentor and friend. She and her wife Victoria Villasenor (Brey Willows) were recently in Paris celebrating their anniversary and Nicci’s birthday. On the day of her birthday, the proof copy of my book came in. I’d promised her I wouldn’t open it until she and Victoria could share the moment with my wife and I. 

I messaged Nicci to say it was in and that we’d open it when they returned from Paris. My phone rang. It was nearly 10pm, and there was Nicci and Victoria. I was so overwhelmed. They wanted to share the moment I had a copy of my book in my hand, so they rang me from Paris. 

You may think that it showed friendship and support. But if I told you they rang me from the second stage of the Eiffel Tower, could you call it love? I did and do. Thank you, friends.

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