You'd think that since 2012 was the first time since 1998 that I have shared my home with a significant other, that when I think love & 2012 that's what would come to mind, right? Well, yes. And no. That was the tender, exciting, adventurous side of love.
But there's another side to love. A love that exists because we choose it to, over and over and over again. Love that survives because we commit to it - because we say so, damn it, come hell or high water. This was also a year for that kind of love. For love that is silent, love that holds tight, and love the rages in the night against anything that rises to kill it.
Love that says yes, come home. And no, that’s not okay. This was a year when love had feet and arms. When it was a word that denoted action. That’s the love that 2012 knew. In and out of the love nest.