Moments
I wanted to write this earlier, but I didn't have the time. So, some of the original thoughts, I fear, will be missing...
Some might scoff at what I have to say. And I admit, even to myself it sounds a bit corny. But I am a firm believer that there is a moment, a moment which seems to perplex the human race, for which people will spend there whole lives in search just to feel once even, that which contains the emotions of a thousand ballads and tearjerkers, a moment when you are inexplicably, and completely in love. The vast majority of onlookers could claim that theyve been in love, or that they're in love with someone, but it's not real, it's nothing to this moment. And you don't even know about it until it hits you. You don't really know what love is until you wake up and it's wrapped around your heart, or you blink and it's there in your eyes.
I believe that there are many misconceptions about what love truly is. it's a word that's thrown around a lot, and has developed a disgustingly common taste. It's the source of a thousand drunken one night stands, or the fragile tears of an adolescent face. But that is just a word. There is feeling attached to it, yes. But in those cases, it's an impulse, a rush to fulfill an expectation.
This moment which I am discussing, has no time frame. It is not expected to come after four months of admiring a person from a distance, or ten months of an intense relationship, or even three years of deep infatuation. It is not borne of a certain number of fights, or a dozen embraces. It hits when it hits. And like an invisible force, you cannot stop it from ploughing into you. And it's impossible to describe in words, you just feel it...
I think that's part of the reason why there are so many misconceptions about the emotion the word "love" is meant to portray. People have tried to capture it through so many artistic mediums; stories, dramas, poetry, music, but you can't. It has to be experienced firsthand.
I believe that I have.
You know in that instant you don't want anything to change. Well, I'd be a fool if I believe nothing ever changed. But I can wish that any changes made will be for the better. I'm not so stubborn to believe that a person is only capable of feeling it once, but I know that it is rare and that if it was ever taken from me, if I did feel it again it would be completely different and foreign to me. People are so cynical toward you, or they laugh alongside you. And what makes it so difficult, is that you never want to see it go. You feel silly that you're walking around smiling as if you're treading amongst the clouds. But I wouldn't have it any other way.
Some might scoff at what I have to say. And I admit, even to myself it sounds a bit corny. But I am a firm believer that there is a moment, a moment which seems to perplex the human race, for which people will spend there whole lives in search just to feel once even, that which contains the emotions of a thousand ballads and tearjerkers, a moment when you are inexplicably, and completely in love. The vast majority of onlookers could claim that theyve been in love, or that they're in love with someone, but it's not real, it's nothing to this moment. And you don't even know about it until it hits you. You don't really know what love is until you wake up and it's wrapped around your heart, or you blink and it's there in your eyes.
I believe that there are many misconceptions about what love truly is. it's a word that's thrown around a lot, and has developed a disgustingly common taste. It's the source of a thousand drunken one night stands, or the fragile tears of an adolescent face. But that is just a word. There is feeling attached to it, yes. But in those cases, it's an impulse, a rush to fulfill an expectation.
This moment which I am discussing, has no time frame. It is not expected to come after four months of admiring a person from a distance, or ten months of an intense relationship, or even three years of deep infatuation. It is not borne of a certain number of fights, or a dozen embraces. It hits when it hits. And like an invisible force, you cannot stop it from ploughing into you. And it's impossible to describe in words, you just feel it...
I think that's part of the reason why there are so many misconceptions about the emotion the word "love" is meant to portray. People have tried to capture it through so many artistic mediums; stories, dramas, poetry, music, but you can't. It has to be experienced firsthand.
I believe that I have.
You know in that instant you don't want anything to change. Well, I'd be a fool if I believe nothing ever changed. But I can wish that any changes made will be for the better. I'm not so stubborn to believe that a person is only capable of feeling it once, but I know that it is rare and that if it was ever taken from me, if I did feel it again it would be completely different and foreign to me. People are so cynical toward you, or they laugh alongside you. And what makes it so difficult, is that you never want to see it go. You feel silly that you're walking around smiling as if you're treading amongst the clouds. But I wouldn't have it any other way.