the bigger picture

I posted on my Facebook, "Love is:" which got a whole lot of aaawwwsss, <3's and likes. Leo came this weekend and was suppose to only stay for Saturday. However, late Saturday afternoon, I had a sudden shooting pain in my stomach that wouldn't go away. He tried to convince me that I had to see a doctor, but convinced that it was just Kabag, I stubbornly told him I was ok.

Sunday morning, I was in pain. Really. He got up at 7 am to check on me and started calling people. By 10.30 we had gone and seen the doctor. He had prescribed a medicine that Leo lovingly helped me take. It doesn't help that my ovaries are hurting as well since I'm almost due my period. My abdomen and lower parts have been a constant dull pain since yesterday.

Through it all, Leo missed his Sunday morning flight and even asked me if I wanted him to spend one more day here. I told him I should be fine tomorrow. I actually hope so. I'm feeling better but the tightening in my abdomen is still there.

Leo bought a ticket for tonight to return to Brussels. He spent the entire day with me. He helped me into bed and watched me while I slept. He cooked me food, held my hand and got me dressed. Never in my life, did I think that someone could love me so much. I hardly get sick and whenever I do, I've mostly been by myself. To have Leo here, to actually have someone care for me when I'm horrible, and sick and to lovingly hold my head while I puke....how else can you define love than this?

Not by the luxurious trips or expensive dinners or the compromises and fights (who has the upper hand)...but by the actions that show that someone cares.