Thinking about passion...

[ezumien]

This illusion we have of being alone is a frightening and oft reoccurring figment of the mind. I am always thinking of myself being with one person. I imagine the experiences and things we would do together. Later on I look back with a range of emotions on all of these various encounters. Some encounters can be dangerous like those sexual fantasies

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[__covert]

hey petah petah peeeetahhhhh!!!! :D i was just wondering if you're still in for an apartment next year? because pj reckons he's found some good cheap 3 bedroom ones. :]

[ezumien]

Yeah sure. I mean this was a pretty serious post... but seriously I'd be in for that.

[coasterchick1]

i'm not sure that i agree with you

[ezumien]

It's so hard to tackle something like this so I'm just going to plunge in somewhere. What you said about affections and love being unreciprocated...yes. I agree that it is within acceptance but I'd like to examine what you said about coping with such a thing. I think part of what I wanted to get at here was putting a very positive spin on what might be unreciprocated love. However being so optimistic it almost seems that there has to be that one shining moment where the love or affection is equal and flowing back and forth before it is utterly shattered for whatever reason. Maybe that is what passion is? That (very ideal) moment when there is love and affection on an even playing field. It is just so hard to say because as I ask my self these questions fifteen more arise immediately, each going in its own direction. To take a personal aside, maybe I just haven't been burned so badly or maybe I've just been choosing wisely thusfar... I know I certainly was headed down the wrong trail recently and I have some potential regrets...