The love the Obamas have displayed throughout their campaign has been somewhat of a fairytale. I have never encountered such love or have been witness thereof. I had almost given up on finding the sort of love Jane Erye wrote about in her classics. Until the media introduced me to Michelle and President-Elect, Barack Obama. I have affectionately defined their love as that O-type Love.
O-type love is the closet thing you'll get to a the lives of Cinderella, Snow White or Jasmine. It is too real to be Disney but so perfect one may find herself daydreaming about Prince Barack as she dreamed about Prince Charming during adolescence.
O-type love is where others feel the thickness of your love by something as simple as a caress on the shoulder. Or a simple but magnifying smile. Or the glistening of each others eyes. Words are not necessary to describe this sort of love. Each person's actions, small as they may appear, speak volumes of the authenticity of their love. That O-type love.
That O-type is what I've been looking for. That O-type is what I will save myself for. That O-type love is worth the wait. That O-type love has returned passion and groove to my life. That O-type love has given me a reason to want to put some effort into being "pretty". That O-type love has renewed my desire to stand in the spotlight instead of shying away from it and blending in with the walls. That O-type love has removed the bags of bricks weighing down my heart. That O-type love...
Thank you to the Obamas for renewing my faith in relationships. Correction... Thank you to the Obamas for renewing my faith in marriage and family.
-Dani
