The worst kept secret in my 7th grade class was Jimmy’s crush on Raquel. His infatuation with her was public knowledge, from the skinny buck-toothed class reject to our math and homeroom teacher. His cheeks would flush red whenever she’d speak to him. He’d spoil her with sodas and Crybabies from the corner store. A natural comedian, he would turn his talent on high to hear her laugh and see her smile.
It was equally evident how his attraction to her was not exactly returned.
Raquel was beautiful. She knew it, Jimmy knew it, and the entire male body of our 7th and 8th grade classes knew it. But chubby Jimmy was only good enough to hang out with, take gifts from, and become distracted from the uselessness of middle school classwork. He wasn’t considered worthy for entry in her circle of suitors.
I remember watching Jimmy trail after Raquel, shamelessly fawning after someone who would never fully reciprocate his actions.
And at 12, it seemed off to me.
It still does at 26.
But I hear that, in a way, that’s how it should be.
A friend of mine said,
“In a relationship, the man should love the woman more than the woman loves the man. Women, we already love with all we have. So if our man loves us more than we do him, it will balance out.”
True, men and women do love differently.
But when you start to measure, what conversion chart do you use?
Two of his “I love you’s” equals 10 of mine?
Three of his kisses equals 5 of my hugs?
Nine of his hours spent helping me with my thesis equals 3 days of me taking care of him while he recovered from surgery?
Or is it 10 of his hours?
It’s tricky talk when we begin to speak of love in matters of portion.
Love is intangible and if it can be weighed, the scales don’t exist.
All in all, love is rarely what you say but always what you do.
So make sure you’re doing something.