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In the human body, we consider love a matter of the heart. But in truth, love doesn’t exist in a heartbeat. I really can’t explain love, or hold it in my hand. I can’t package it, or donate it to someone in need. I can’t prove that it exists, but I know that it does. I’ve never had to explain to anyone that love is a real emotion, because everyone I know has experienced it. I’ve never had anyone question me as to why I love my husband or my daughter or my friends. I’ve never had anyone ask me why I love my favorite football team or why I love chocolate. My deep fondness or affection for people and things is understood….except for this one thing….
I love David Archuleta. I really do. I love him as a brother, as a fellow human being. I love his talent, his spirit, his heart for other people. I love his smile. He’s a great guy. So why do I get these looks of complete and utter confusion when I mention my love for David and his music? I love my friends, they love me, I love David…..shouldn’t they love him, too? I’ve thought about this a lot. If I said “I love French fries.”, people would accept that I enjoy eating starch that’s been submerged in oil. If someone says, “I love diamonds.”, people understand, even though I see them as rocks that cost a lot of money. If people understand why I love a baby’s laugh or a beautiful fall day, why can’t they understand why I love David Archuleta?
I guess that people can understand chocolate and French fries because they’ve tasted them. I suppose that people can relate to diamonds and babies because they’ve held them. I love David because I’ve come to know him, not personally, but through his fans, his music, his book, his blogs, his tweets. I’ve seen him show kindness to people who were rude to him. I’ve seen him refuse to speak negatively about another person. I’ve watched him love other people and expect nothing in return. I’ve seen his kindness, I’ve witnessed his charity. From the moment I saw a young man sing to three judges on a television show, I’ve watched, I’ve learned, I’ve prayed, and I’ve been encouraged. I’ve met him in person. I’ve sung with him as I drove my car. I’ve come to know people that refer to themselves as Archies, and I’ve loved them all. I love David because I’ve heard his voice, I’ve seen his joy, I’ve related to his insecurities, I’ve watched him give himself to the people around him. My friends haven’t seen these things or known him in this way.
If they had, they would love him too.
Love is kind….and confusing. It comes in many forms and facets.
My love of people will always be more important than my love of chocolate….and much better for my waistline! My friends will love me even if they don’t understand everything about me…and I will love them even if they don’t understand my Archu-admiration. Love is patient, and I’m waiting for everyone to see the David that I see.
There’s something ’bout love that’s worth the wait.
Mickey, David and me
The Voice David Archuleta 