tell me everything you know about love.
every once in awhile i like to write down what i believe about love.
i usually do it in my real journal...but its packed up somewhere in my college stuff...
why? i do it because my opinion on the matter is something that changes.
it changes with experience, with observation, with reflection...
right now i am in sort of a bitter place when i think about love.
when i was younger i never truly understood when people spoke negatively about love.
it was all rainbows and butterflies, heart bubbles and aching smiles.
i always believed that love--and true love--existed. love was this purely blissful thing.
i believed that there was one person destined for everyone.
i believed that love was overwhelming, but in a good way. it took hold of people.
love was something that you lived and breathed.
not in an obsessive way, but because it was just something that never left you, and so therefore it was with you all the time.
love kept you going. gave you something to smile about in life's most terrible moments.
the thought of being in the arms of the person you loved, and loved you, was the most comforting thought a person could have.
now, i am really not so sure.
i believe that love exists...but i also believe it is different for everyone.
love is not always the movie ending that all of us sappy-hearted girls dream it to be.
for the most part, there are no grand romantic gestures, no professions of love from afar from the guy we loved from afar, and no one will ever say all of the things we want them to say or do the things we want them to do.
love is also different every time you experience it.
i used to believe that you--or i suppose more specifically i--would only love ONE time.
perhaps, you would THINK you loved before, but when you were truly, truly in love, you'd know.
the feeling would trump all others, and it would never end.
i suppose that could still be true. but i don't think so.
i think that we experience different kinds of love at different times.
it depends what we allow ourselves to feel.
the first love is always the purest--because we think it will last that way forever. that is why people don't ever forget their first loves...first loves run deep, because we allow them to. first loves are the ones we live and breathe--because we don't know any better.
that is why first heartbreaks are the worst, the ones we never really get over.
all loves after a first love are never exactly the same.
they are different. yes, they can be deep. yes, they can be blissful. yes, they can be pure.
but its never the same, because, deep down--perhaps even on a subconscious level--we know now that we are in control of the feeling--even if you don't feel that you are.
we never let ourselves be as vulnerable as the first time...because we learned how it feel to have love end.
another point.
people say love never dies.
i agree.
for a long time, as i mentioned, i thought i'd love one time, forever, and that would be it.
now i know that you can love many times, and none of them ever really end.
it may feel that you are still in love, but i don't think that is what it is.
i think that the love that was between two people at one time is always there...the people just chance, and the love is left behind.
one or the other (or both) may long for that love, but it will never be the same, because they are not the same.
some people's love changes with them, but sometimes, it doesn't, and that leads to the end.
and some people learn to love each other again, in their new states, and new love grows.
its not the old love, reinforced. no, i don't think so.
its a new love. yes, the old one will factor in, but they must come to love each other--in their newness--and move on in their new love.
part of me also feels that maybe love does not really exist.
maybe it is a creation in the minds of the romantics of this world. myself included.
the world would survive without love...and many people do.
love may be purely mental. it may not exist in reality at all.
its a fabrication. something we make up and tell ourselves and our children about to comfort.
we feel empty without it, so we create something to fill the void.
something that can tear us apart just as easily as it can make us fill complete.
who knows.
i don't.
and i certainly don't have an experts experience in the field.
all i know, is that i'm worried.
she is different now.
he is different now.
love never dies.
but it can never be the same once it has been left behind...no matter how badly either, or both, of them may want it to be.
love, even old love, makes people do silly things.
be careful.
guard your heart.
i never thought i of all people would believe that we should guard our hearts.
but i do.
don't give it up too easily. its a delicate, delicate thing.
once is is broken, the pieces never fit together exactly right again.
i usually do it in my real journal...but its packed up somewhere in my college stuff...
why? i do it because my opinion on the matter is something that changes.
it changes with experience, with observation, with reflection...
right now i am in sort of a bitter place when i think about love.
when i was younger i never truly understood when people spoke negatively about love.
it was all rainbows and butterflies, heart bubbles and aching smiles.
i always believed that love--and true love--existed. love was this purely blissful thing.
i believed that there was one person destined for everyone.
i believed that love was overwhelming, but in a good way. it took hold of people.
love was something that you lived and breathed.
not in an obsessive way, but because it was just something that never left you, and so therefore it was with you all the time.
love kept you going. gave you something to smile about in life's most terrible moments.
the thought of being in the arms of the person you loved, and loved you, was the most comforting thought a person could have.
now, i am really not so sure.
i believe that love exists...but i also believe it is different for everyone.
love is not always the movie ending that all of us sappy-hearted girls dream it to be.
for the most part, there are no grand romantic gestures, no professions of love from afar from the guy we loved from afar, and no one will ever say all of the things we want them to say or do the things we want them to do.
love is also different every time you experience it.
i used to believe that you--or i suppose more specifically i--would only love ONE time.
perhaps, you would THINK you loved before, but when you were truly, truly in love, you'd know.
the feeling would trump all others, and it would never end.
i suppose that could still be true. but i don't think so.
i think that we experience different kinds of love at different times.
it depends what we allow ourselves to feel.
the first love is always the purest--because we think it will last that way forever. that is why people don't ever forget their first loves...first loves run deep, because we allow them to. first loves are the ones we live and breathe--because we don't know any better.
that is why first heartbreaks are the worst, the ones we never really get over.
all loves after a first love are never exactly the same.
they are different. yes, they can be deep. yes, they can be blissful. yes, they can be pure.
but its never the same, because, deep down--perhaps even on a subconscious level--we know now that we are in control of the feeling--even if you don't feel that you are.
we never let ourselves be as vulnerable as the first time...because we learned how it feel to have love end.
another point.
people say love never dies.
i agree.
for a long time, as i mentioned, i thought i'd love one time, forever, and that would be it.
now i know that you can love many times, and none of them ever really end.
it may feel that you are still in love, but i don't think that is what it is.
i think that the love that was between two people at one time is always there...the people just chance, and the love is left behind.
one or the other (or both) may long for that love, but it will never be the same, because they are not the same.
some people's love changes with them, but sometimes, it doesn't, and that leads to the end.
and some people learn to love each other again, in their new states, and new love grows.
its not the old love, reinforced. no, i don't think so.
its a new love. yes, the old one will factor in, but they must come to love each other--in their newness--and move on in their new love.
part of me also feels that maybe love does not really exist.
maybe it is a creation in the minds of the romantics of this world. myself included.
the world would survive without love...and many people do.
love may be purely mental. it may not exist in reality at all.
its a fabrication. something we make up and tell ourselves and our children about to comfort.
we feel empty without it, so we create something to fill the void.
something that can tear us apart just as easily as it can make us fill complete.
who knows.
i don't.
and i certainly don't have an experts experience in the field.
all i know, is that i'm worried.
she is different now.
he is different now.
love never dies.
but it can never be the same once it has been left behind...no matter how badly either, or both, of them may want it to be.
love, even old love, makes people do silly things.
be careful.
guard your heart.
i never thought i of all people would believe that we should guard our hearts.
but i do.
don't give it up too easily. its a delicate, delicate thing.
once is is broken, the pieces never fit together exactly right again.