Procrastinating leads to pontificating and, as this is a topic upon which I have pondered a lot lately, (and also because I'm having issues writing my World Civ paper), here I go
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i have coem to digest and become content withthe differences between the love i read about and the love i expoerienced. i have concluded that thelove descried in books meant for people under 17 is the kidnof love you get if you are under 17 and fall in love - fast, furious, consuming, it burns itself out, that is why one is told not to marry young :). if you read books that are designed for adults, the ones that don't always have happy endings, those portray love in a somewhat more realistic way. the example that springs to mind is War and Peace. after i read it, somewhere aroudn age 7, any other "happy-ending" book i encountered i treated nto so much with skepticism but with a knowledge that if those peopelgot it, they were lucky, it doesn't happen automatically.
as for knowing love, well, it is different for each person, isn't it? my theory was always that whilei will know, it is figuring it out in another that is the important part. and it was. it was only when i saw my lover look at me with a look that he never had for anyone else that i believed all the words he said. words are cheap. it was only when i realized that lookignat him the thoughts tht cam eto my mind were different then anyoenelse, (and i don't mean this in any sort of sexual way btw), and the calm and contentment that i felt was different, that was when i knew i loved him.
as for knowing love, well, it is different for each person, isn't it? my theory was always that whilei will know, it is figuring it out in another that is the important part. and it was. it was only when i saw my lover look at me with a look that he never had for anyone else that i believed all the words he said. words are cheap.
it was only when i realized that lookignat him the thoughts tht cam eto my mind were different then anyoenelse, (and i don't mean this in any sort of sexual way btw), and the calm and contentment that i felt was different, that was when i knew i loved him.
words are cheap. it is all about the feelings.
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