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Love Pt. 15Expect this to be short. Very short. Also, if it makes no sense at any point, it's because I'm heavily sleep deprived right now.Love Pt. 15 by Methrend
I'm ever so slowly redefining my views on love. What I personally see it as meaning. Or as being. Or whatever.
And what have I decided so far?
That Love doesn't need romance. It doesn't need relationships in the typical sense. It doesn't need an outward sign. Nor does it need an inward one. It has no need for any proof of existence, whether physical, mental or otherwise. It just IS.
For some reason, humanity has decided as a whole that it does need most of these things however - which means that when it sprouts up without such, it's shunned or considered "wrong". I say fuck that. I can love who I want, how I want, when I want and as much as I want.
Right now, for example, I love two people. Both of them as much as the other. I'm willing to bet some of you instantly thought "but you can't do that". Why not? Where anywhere
Love Pt. 14sigh...there has to be an end somewhere, right?Love Pt. 14 by Methrend
I've hit another point in life. This time I've got something new, something interesting....something...amazing. I can spend all of my curiosity on it. All of my thought-power and intrigue can go towards investigating it.
Always before, I've been playing. Toying with the idea of love. Figuring out what it means, to me and in general. As much as I've written about it, there's always been an underlying knowledge that any of it...nothing that's happened, nothing I've felt, has been truly that defineable as love. It's always just been....something less. A part of a whole, different parts at different times even, but never the full thing.
Until now. And I realise how futile it may sound considering things I've said before. But I know it this time. You know how you're supposed to just know and not really understand? Yeah. That. It's a weird feeling, to be honest. Nothing quite so dramatic or noticeable or describable as all the sagas, myt
Love Pt. 13Okay, so I lied about the previous being the last one, butmeh....Love Pt. 13 by Methrend
Oh, and it seems kinda fitting that I should do this on valentines (even if it is a bit of a sham-holiday - see part 2
Before I get into this one, I do wish to state that I was (quite obviously) in a bit of a state upon writing the previous part (Number 12), and much of what I stated doesn't properly represent my feelings on the matter as a whole - only my feelings at the time. Still, I find it to be a nice example of the turmoil that can happen when things go wrong, and willl leave it as is for that reason.
What is love?
I've asked it, I've tried to give some answer on it, I've decided that it exists, then spurned it. I've thought I knew all there was about it, then learnt more. I've had all I know and believe to be proven both right..and wrong....time and time again.
I've come to a decision though. I now know love to be a relative concept, like many others. Take, for example, "up" and "down" - these
Love Pt. 12This is it.Love Pt. 12 by Methrend
The final one.
Always thought I'd never have a final one..that there'd always be more to write..but I know that this is going to be the last.
Because, basically, in the end, Love fucks you over just as much as any other emotion will. Just as much as any other human will. In the end, no matter what, love will abandon you and not look back. It'll walk out of your life and leave you there, empty, a shell of what you once were. What do you do now? The emotion which set the course of your life has now gone....there is no path to follow...no route to take. There is nothing but an empty heart, and a head full of memories that never were.
Love leads you along, leaving a trail for you to follow, but when the trail stops, it is nowhere to be found. It's gone, just like that. The trail stops, the leading stops, but you remain. You know what has happened. You feel the pain left behind. But Love just walks on away, off to find someone else to toy with, to torture.
So why bother with it?