“It is sad not to love, but it is much sadder not to be able to love.”
- Miguel de Unamuno
I am engaged to an amazing woman and I grow a little more nervous and anxious the closer the big day approaches, (the same way I anticipated my birthday party as a child.) I’m not foolish enough to think I know others’ hearts. When my fiancée Samantha tells me she loves me I believe her partially because she’s so good to me, but mostly because she’s such an honest person.
I can’t say what others feel. It seems we all spend so much time trying to figure out ourselves, and our own opinions. But I do know that even if I don’t know why others might fall in love, or how their passion makes itself known to them, I do not need to deny them their love in order to believe in my own. My love will stand on its own. It doesn’t even demand that Samantha return it, as even if she stopped loving me, I know that I’d tragically be unable to stop loving her.
So the notion that any lovers must be denied as a legal matter, the idea that marriage or family or love itself must be defended because they cannot exist without laws, is ridiculous. The further idea that these laws must exclude, that they must be written to uphold some groups’ religious tenants in a country of religious freedom is even more absurd. Whatever your beliefs are, whatever type of love you claim, if it is not strong enough to hold true without a legal decree, then it is not real belief or love at all.