impromptu writing: on not being spiritually bankrupt

[pervymalfoy]

I thought that when I returned to home, new york, I would be so invigorated with carefree joy; not depressed, drained, and unhappy with the world. I felt gutted-- I was consumed by myself and my awful incurable loneliness (which, in retrospect, I could've changed that by calling someone, but I just wanted to wallow). I didn't have anything at that

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[darkicephoenix]

Perhaps love isn't complicated, but I wouldn't know for sure. No one will. Sometimes if you never loved then you wouldn't be hurt. Some people are fine without "true love." Kudos to whatever makes them happy. We have our own standards for these things. My standard is simple. If I won't face a near death experience for you, then chances are it might not true love. There are many different types of love as there is hatred and every other emotion. I would say that I love my friends enough that I'd care for the feelings, but let's be honest. Would you die for any of your friends or face a near death experience for them without question?

Call it a S&M thing, but true love to me is like being able to sacrifice yourself selflessly. I'm not even talking about whether it's romantic or not. I'm just talking about the raw "true love." Like what would one give for someone they love? Mothers certainly don't love their children to the point where they want to have sex with them too. However, there are mothers out there that would give up their life for their children.

Living for the sake of living is nice and fine. Living for the sake of happiness is fine, but when it comes to true love... If you can't make sacrifices, then it's most likely some other form of love. Who would cry for you from the heart when you're gone?

Again, that's just my view and you don't have to agree with it. Or perhaps "true love" might be the cause of something that you thought you'd never do in a million years for ANYONE. Who would have thought that I'd literally wait in below zero weather, risk sickness for ten hours? Or sleep on the streets filthy as they might be, risk overheating etc? Looking back at all that, I don't feel a drop of regret in my blood but rather happy that I did those things.