Love
Do I believe in love at first sight?
Honestly? I’m not sure. Lust, certainly. That’s easy. But love? That’s never easy.
I used to think it was, but that was before my heart was stomped into the ground by people I willingly gave it to. When I was younger, I was far too trusting for my own good. I thought that any man who said he loved me did, in fact, love me, and therefore I should love him, too. I know now how stupid I was. My friends and my father would say that I was merely naïve, but I know the truth: I was stupid.
It’s different with Remus. I know I liked him and felt comfortable with him right away, but he was merely my friend for a long time. I can’t pinpoint the precise moment that I fell in love with him, but I know that it happened. Did I love him the first time I saw him? I don’t think so, but I’m not certain. I remember that I liked his smile right from the first, but love is more than that, isn’t it? I still like his smile (It’s very warm and sweet and mischievous and it makes me a bit weak in the knees.), but I love him just as much when he frowns and when he scowls and when he’s asleep. I don’t think all that happened in the first moment I saw him.
Now that I’ve really thought about it, I suppose my answer is no, I do not believe in love at first sight. It isn’t those things that we see on the surface that we really and truly love about a person. It takes time and effort to see who a person is, to trust them, and to know that they feel the same for you. Only then can you really say that you are in love with someone. Anything else is just conjecture without data to back it up.
I have my Remus here with me tonight, so I think I shall go to bed now. That's probably more information that anyone here really cares to know, but it makes me happy. Love, when it is true and real, is wonderful. The inevitable pain and heartache caused by just living is a bit more bearable when we don't have to face it alone. That is love, and that takes more than just one glance between would-be lovers.
Honestly? I’m not sure. Lust, certainly. That’s easy. But love? That’s never easy.
I used to think it was, but that was before my heart was stomped into the ground by people I willingly gave it to. When I was younger, I was far too trusting for my own good. I thought that any man who said he loved me did, in fact, love me, and therefore I should love him, too. I know now how stupid I was. My friends and my father would say that I was merely naïve, but I know the truth: I was stupid.
It’s different with Remus. I know I liked him and felt comfortable with him right away, but he was merely my friend for a long time. I can’t pinpoint the precise moment that I fell in love with him, but I know that it happened. Did I love him the first time I saw him? I don’t think so, but I’m not certain. I remember that I liked his smile right from the first, but love is more than that, isn’t it? I still like his smile (It’s very warm and sweet and mischievous and it makes me a bit weak in the knees.), but I love him just as much when he frowns and when he scowls and when he’s asleep. I don’t think all that happened in the first moment I saw him.
Now that I’ve really thought about it, I suppose my answer is no, I do not believe in love at first sight. It isn’t those things that we see on the surface that we really and truly love about a person. It takes time and effort to see who a person is, to trust them, and to know that they feel the same for you. Only then can you really say that you are in love with someone. Anything else is just conjecture without data to back it up.
I have my Remus here with me tonight, so I think I shall go to bed now. That's probably more information that anyone here really cares to know, but it makes me happy. Love, when it is true and real, is wonderful. The inevitable pain and heartache caused by just living is a bit more bearable when we don't have to face it alone. That is love, and that takes more than just one glance between would-be lovers.