Every moment marked with apparitions of your soul
Slowly but surely.
To me, love is when someone, or something, speaks to your heart and is in tune with your soul. When you love someone (or something), it's like that person (or thing) has been a part of you all along.
I'm not saying that something was missing before, and now that you've found this person or thing that you love, you're now complete. I think assuming that you're not a whole person without someone/something else is a dangerous point of view.
Rather, it's more like the person you love amplifies something already in side of you, or brings a note into harmony. Does that make sense?
I don't agree that love=happiness. Sometimes love can make you intensely unhappy, depending on the situation. It's a strong feeling that can be turned in positives and negatives. You can love on many different levels and with different intensity for people, animals, works of art, etc. But when it comes down to it, it's that same feeling of RIGHTNESS that makes love what it is.
Have I mentioned that Dan's best friend's sister M and her fiance D are really rude, awful people? Remind me NEVER to go to a party at their house again. I was at their place the week before last and UGH. M is one of those people who has to be telling people what they need to do at all times. I know they're rather trashy people with a dim view of common courtesy, but if I'm sitting somewhere in your home? Telling me to get up and move because "that's my seat" is really just not done, darling.
Not to mention insulting my lover's penis size, which, honey? You have not seen and wouldn't know what to do with if you had. Judging from D's height and attitude I'm guessing he's not all that impressive, but you don't hear me saying my opinion, now do you? Know why? Because that would be rude, and my parents raised me better than that. Let me point out that this isn't joking humor the way you would with friends; it's just a mean nastiness that sets my teeth on edge.
It's too bad, because I really like Dan's best friend T, who happens to be very family conscious and religious, so around him I have to pretend his sister isn't a stupid whore. Oh well, if Dan can do it for all these years, so can I.
I really do like the rest of their friends, though - we had a great party this past weekend at J's new house and there were a lot of people there I really like, including Dan's other best friend R. Thankfully M and D left before I got there, so I could actually enjoy myself :)
/end rant
I am loving this cooler weather, and I've had a great day so far. Dan made cheesy scrambled eggs with salsa for breakfast, I spent some time with my mom earlier, and now I'm chilling at home doing laundry and cleaning up a bit. Also I'm finally feeling better! Still coughing, but no stomach cramping = a win in my book.
To me, love is when someone, or something, speaks to your heart and is in tune with your soul. When you love someone (or something), it's like that person (or thing) has been a part of you all along.
I'm not saying that something was missing before, and now that you've found this person or thing that you love, you're now complete. I think assuming that you're not a whole person without someone/something else is a dangerous point of view.
Rather, it's more like the person you love amplifies something already in side of you, or brings a note into harmony. Does that make sense?
I don't agree that love=happiness. Sometimes love can make you intensely unhappy, depending on the situation. It's a strong feeling that can be turned in positives and negatives. You can love on many different levels and with different intensity for people, animals, works of art, etc. But when it comes down to it, it's that same feeling of RIGHTNESS that makes love what it is.
Have I mentioned that Dan's best friend's sister M and her fiance D are really rude, awful people? Remind me NEVER to go to a party at their house again. I was at their place the week before last and UGH. M is one of those people who has to be telling people what they need to do at all times. I know they're rather trashy people with a dim view of common courtesy, but if I'm sitting somewhere in your home? Telling me to get up and move because "that's my seat" is really just not done, darling.
Not to mention insulting my lover's penis size, which, honey? You have not seen and wouldn't know what to do with if you had. Judging from D's height and attitude I'm guessing he's not all that impressive, but you don't hear me saying my opinion, now do you? Know why? Because that would be rude, and my parents raised me better than that. Let me point out that this isn't joking humor the way you would with friends; it's just a mean nastiness that sets my teeth on edge.
It's too bad, because I really like Dan's best friend T, who happens to be very family conscious and religious, so around him I have to pretend his sister isn't a stupid whore. Oh well, if Dan can do it for all these years, so can I.
I really do like the rest of their friends, though - we had a great party this past weekend at J's new house and there were a lot of people there I really like, including Dan's other best friend R. Thankfully M and D left before I got there, so I could actually enjoy myself :)
/end rant
I am loving this cooler weather, and I've had a great day so far. Dan made cheesy scrambled eggs with salsa for breakfast, I spent some time with my mom earlier, and now I'm chilling at home doing laundry and cleaning up a bit. Also I'm finally feeling better! Still coughing, but no stomach cramping = a win in my book.