The Balloon of Love

So I have to admit that I borrowed this question from a fellow hubber but it inspired something in me and you know what they say – a writer has to take advantage of inspiration – well I don’t know who said that but that’s what I think.

So, the question was asked - If love was truly a balloon, which part would you consider yourself to be:

A. The thin skin easily damaged but able to carry you to great heights?
B. The nipple, all tied in knots from a fresh set of lips that filled it with bliss?
C. The he-lium/she-lium rise of passion which gives your voice those lilting soprano highs?
D. The string which hangs on refusing to let go of love no matter where it takes you?
E. The shriveled, broken remnants of what was far too often a colorful and glorious flight?
F. All of the above?
G. Some aspect of a balloon of love that I have failed to touch upon?

I think that we all have a little of each component but this question got me thinking about which part I was.
A. The thin skin easily damaged but able to carry you to great heights?
Maybe…I am pretty sensitive, maybe too much sometimes. We need to learn to nurture this skin. To make it stronger so that it can carry you to great places.
B. The nipple, all tied in knots from a fresh set of lips that filled it with bliss?
I hope that we each experience this feeling everyday. That feeling of truly connecting with someone. That excitement and giddiness. That true happiness – I think that’s what we all deserve.
C. The he-lium/she-lium rise of passion which gives your voice those lilting soprano highs?
In any relationship things fade and I think that this is maybe what fades too quickly. I personally think that this is what we should all strive to keep burning. After all – put a flame to helium and you have an explosion. So if you feel like the helium in your balloon may be seeping out – do something to light a match and ignite the passion again.
D. The string which hangs on refusing to let go of love no matter where it takes you?
I think this is where I fit in most. I am a fighter – I’m not a quitter. If I know I have something worth hanging onto I will hang on for all I have. I will let the balloon of love carry me to faraway places and I won’t let go.
E. The shriveled, broken remnants of what was far too often a colorful and glorious flight?
I think we’ve all been this part at some stage of our lives. When things have seemed so great and colorful and all of a sudden you hit something sharp and POP – it all vanishes is a second. I think we’ve all experienced that broken down feeling at least once. I know I have. But then I’ve also experienced that amazing feeling of being put back together and filled once again with that intoxicating helium.

I think it’s true that we are the complete balloon as a whole. We have all gone through the stages of being built up and broken down in love. What I want to urge is get to the place where you are the string. Where you hang on with all your might. Let the balloon of love take you on fantastic adventures. May it never tie you down. Keep flying. Keep that helium filled to the brim and let it lift you to greater heights than you’ve ever dreamed of.