Lately
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Everyone is aware (from what I've written) of how I feel about love. But lately, I’ve wanted to write a piece on it but unfortunately have not had the opportunity to sit down and revise what I had previously written. And so now, my fingers are thirsty for the keyboard and perfectly glued to each key as I stroke them to form the perfect sentences. Or perhaps not.
I think I may have taken a slap or two by love. I think I’ve turn around and accepted it as if it was the best thing to do – right now. It is almost something that I need to reinvent in my life. Somehow I have lost, along the course of my life, the true meaning of being in love.
There once was a time when I knew what love meant. Loving the person at the time came naturally like a common summer breeze gently caressing the top of my skin. Nonetheless, love was something I began to experience and believe in. Not that I didn’t believe in love before, but knowing and experiencing love was a complete and utterly new form of life – a new beginning as some may say.
Before, love meant that I would care deeply for someone else and whatever I felt was surreal and magical and I would care about that person more than I cared about myself. True happiness began, love took its seat and lounged in my heart and I began to feel its power.
I knew that love meant that I would spend the rest of your life with the same person, share each other in ways that I have never done before, wake up next to one another and finding everything beautiful about the person, accepting flaws with good intentions, laying in bed for hours after making love and keeping each other safe in our arms – talking for hours and giggling like little children.
Love is that. But love is also a lot of things which I cannot explain and will not so until I have come across them (again) in my lifetime.
Everyone I suppose has their own definition of what love is all about. Mine may be different from my neighbor or as close and exact as my friends. Whatever I have experienced in my past I will take with me to my next chapter. You learn as you go, you love as you learn.
At 25, I wonder about the choices I’ve made in my life regarding love. There are no regrets of course. Though sometimes, I believe regrets are necessary because they help you understand what you have done. And so regrets, like love are more unalterable then you think.
I am no expert at love, I am not a love connoisseur and I truly believe that it is all in the heart and allowing to open up and accept the love potion. Though I’d love to believe that my heart is open but I know deep inside that it isn’t completely.
I am not cold hearted. Like the majority of you I am afraid. I am so afraid to fall so deeply for someone and so afraid to get hurt. Nevertheless, only two people have hurt me in my life, I just wouldn’t want a repetition of the aftermath. It was something so dark and cold and wish to never step foot in that world again.
So what does it mean to truly love another?
Is it total happiness? Fairy tale like world, where birds chirp their lovely tunes, the sun in shining and glowing, the trees are a magnificent shade of green and the sky is as blue as the Caribbean sea? And waking up next to the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, finding something beautiful everyday about that person?
Accepting flaws?
Making love until the sunrise/sunset?
I’d like to think love equals happiness. But really, what’s love gotta do with it?
I think I may have taken a slap or two by love. I think I’ve turn around and accepted it as if it was the best thing to do – right now. It is almost something that I need to reinvent in my life. Somehow I have lost, along the course of my life, the true meaning of being in love.
There once was a time when I knew what love meant. Loving the person at the time came naturally like a common summer breeze gently caressing the top of my skin. Nonetheless, love was something I began to experience and believe in. Not that I didn’t believe in love before, but knowing and experiencing love was a complete and utterly new form of life – a new beginning as some may say.
Before, love meant that I would care deeply for someone else and whatever I felt was surreal and magical and I would care about that person more than I cared about myself. True happiness began, love took its seat and lounged in my heart and I began to feel its power.
I knew that love meant that I would spend the rest of your life with the same person, share each other in ways that I have never done before, wake up next to one another and finding everything beautiful about the person, accepting flaws with good intentions, laying in bed for hours after making love and keeping each other safe in our arms – talking for hours and giggling like little children.
Love is that. But love is also a lot of things which I cannot explain and will not so until I have come across them (again) in my lifetime.
Everyone I suppose has their own definition of what love is all about. Mine may be different from my neighbor or as close and exact as my friends. Whatever I have experienced in my past I will take with me to my next chapter. You learn as you go, you love as you learn.
At 25, I wonder about the choices I’ve made in my life regarding love. There are no regrets of course. Though sometimes, I believe regrets are necessary because they help you understand what you have done. And so regrets, like love are more unalterable then you think.
I am no expert at love, I am not a love connoisseur and I truly believe that it is all in the heart and allowing to open up and accept the love potion. Though I’d love to believe that my heart is open but I know deep inside that it isn’t completely.
I am not cold hearted. Like the majority of you I am afraid. I am so afraid to fall so deeply for someone and so afraid to get hurt. Nevertheless, only two people have hurt me in my life, I just wouldn’t want a repetition of the aftermath. It was something so dark and cold and wish to never step foot in that world again.
So what does it mean to truly love another?
Is it total happiness? Fairy tale like world, where birds chirp their lovely tunes, the sun in shining and glowing, the trees are a magnificent shade of green and the sky is as blue as the Caribbean sea? And waking up next to the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, finding something beautiful everyday about that person?
Accepting flaws?
Making love until the sunrise/sunset?
I’d like to think love equals happiness. But really, what’s love gotta do with it?
I think you know you are in love when you look into their eyes, and you just feel it and theres no ending, just keeps going. you think about them even when you're with them, you even miss them during that very split second you blink and dont see them... but you also give them their space and dont act crazy where they need to get a restraining order against you
agree.
but wouldnt that be obsessing...thus resulting in some crazy psycho attitude?
not if it's done correctly...
correctly...I suppose is a hard thing to learn.
I don't think that's something that you can learn. It just happens.