Expect 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.
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
sigh...there has to be an end somewhere, right?
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 differe
Okay, so I lied about the previous being the last one, butmeh....
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.
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What is love?
I've asked it, I've tried to give some a
This is it.
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 we
To define, and measure, how much you can love someone. It's a toughy, and it's hard to know where exactly to start....
I guess the reason behind the love is as a good a place as any, so I will start there. There's the generic reasons people have for loving another - beauty, both physical and mental; being amazing, pretty; enjoyable to talk to and be with. All those kinds of things. Then there's the reasons unique to each individual - Common features; personality; everything that makes a person individual. They're all reasons to love someone, but at the same time, they're all things to think BECAUSE you love someone. They aren't a true defini
Been a while since I revisited this topic......but here it is. To Sum up the occurences since the last writing, would be impossible. Too much has happened, too much has changed my mindset, my belief. There's been love; lust; love, lost; a mixture of any 2 of the 3 and now, yet again, love unseen. I've done it all now, all but one. There's been the stupidity, the fantasies, the stereotypical maleness, the hoped love, the quick escape and more. The one thing left is the real deal. The love that lasts a lifetime. And it's upon me, or at least I believe it is. It may not be....but that's the thing about love, you never know unless you try.
And i