Growing up in the village as small boy and one that was privileged to be partly brought up by a great grandmother I will like to quote her today.
There is one thing that she used to tell my cousins mostly girls, I will try and translate it as much as I can but of course the passion in the sentence would make more sense in my mother tongue. She would go,“You, why do you always sit frowning at the air, eeh, even birds run away from such a gloomy face, learn to smile even to the ashes of the fireplace that is how you will build your own house and set the stones of your own fireplace.”
I cannot equal her wisdom and her expression of the same but I just want to share this to menfolk and womenfolk alike.
My friend if you cannot smile at the person you call your love, husband or wife simply break it off. If you find more reasons to frown at them, go silent on them or punish them with your sulked self 80% of the time you are together, simply allow yourself to be happier than you already are.
Love I think is made up of small little tiny bits of smiles in the heart that manifest either as laughter, giggles or smiles on the outside. You look at this person and the first reaction that fills your whole being is a hearty bout of smile. Whether they have knocked you down or done whatever to you if in the midst of all that a smile steals its way to your heart then call that Love.
Unfortunately we find more reasons to frown and do the all the gloomy stances on the one we claim to love. Like Jesus I would say, learn from the children because they, I think posses the purest of love than any being and like my Grandma would say will build your own house or set your own fire place. If it is too hard my dear stop and look for this kind of a person.