Iris: Love is the only language people understand.
John: Oh yes, love. I can read it, but I can’t speak it.
This exquisite little snippet of dialogue, from the movie “Iris,” perfectly encapsulates the most incomprehensible of all choices: to love another person, and–to borrow from another movie–to be loved in return. How to do this, to give myself wholly, unreservedly–to choose the intention when the emotion is not there. There are moments when I think that I get it, that I’ve figured it out…and then something as simple as trying to tell Hungry Husband what time we will eat dinner turns into me wrestling with my fear, selfishness, and refusing to accept that he is willing to sacrifice for me.
Love…how can there be something I desire so much, yet so often fail to do?