So I was listening to a song on iTunes while cleaning house, "Love is So Complicated" by Anthony Hamilton. Catchy tune, smooth beat...and utterly stupid premise. I'd never quite paid attention before, but I realized something that I fear most of pop culture doesn't understand: Love isn't complicated; it's clear and sweet.
Naturally, I recall how I met my sweetheart, how I courted her, why I wanted to marry her, and why I remain madly in love with her. None of that was ever complicated. In fact, of the many important decisions I made over the years, no other decision was more clear, more inspired than my decision to propose to Inna.
I didn't date her long, a manner of weeks, but I knew fairly quickly that she was a catch. Homecoming at BYU, a day-long date, a stroll through the local mall to accompany her roommate and boyfriend to look at rings. I remember Inna trying on a ring and mentioning her ring size to the jeweler. I distinctly remember: "Hmm, that's good to know." I proposed later that night.
Some in my family doubted my choice at the time, thinking that I was caught in the moment or something other. I didn't need to pray for confirmation; I knew. It was one of the clearest moments of my life. Still is. But at that moment, and especially the morning after, I knew that I loved that woman and wanted to be with her for eternity. That desire was and is the farthest from complicated that you can get.
During the wedding ceremony, the man performing the marriage stated simply: "Love is a decision." What is so complicated about that? Nothing. You simply decide...and you continue deciding.
