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Is love supposed to hurt? I believe it does. Love. such a word and all its power unknowable, unthinkable, immeasurable. We have to train ourselves to withstand such great power. Love. Does anyone know what it means to love anymore? am i the only one? or am i the crazy one?
How long must it be for someone to feel it? how long must it be for one to control it? are we in our arrogance blind enough to think that we have any privalege to shackle it, and make it our own? if so, would it still be love? Love....
....only the great poets know the meaning of it. Longing, thriving, itching, driving, gravitating, saturating, penetrating, climaxing...and never coming down.
Diversity on earth....love all the same. The greatest warrior falls at the will of love. Men and women of broken hearts die because of love. In all knowledge, in all truth, in all riches and power, love is valued most. Nothing can ever make sense; all is worthless, all is void without love. There is no point to living without love.
Love is not brain activity. Love is not heart racing. Love is not endorphine releasing. Love is not babies, or weddings, or picnics, or flowers, or notes. and love is never ever comfortable.
Love. Love is. Love is when. Love is when you're this close to me; you can feel my body pressing against yours, feeling my heart beat, breathing my essence. Love is when you're this close to me, and you reach out and hold my hand, and we stare into each other souls, and sigh. Love is when you're this close to me, and you smile to me from across the room, mouthing out the three words that only i can hear. Love is when you're this close to me, and by only mental thought do you know that i am home, that i am safe, that i am only 5 miles away. Love is when it hurts, because only then can you not see me, can not hear me, cannot not feel me whenever you like. Love is when that absence becomes a void in the pit of your stomach, for you know you need me, but i am not there.
To love. To be loved. To know love. You must be a slave to it. Its not my rule. Those who have loved and lost, know what i speak. To feel weak yet so strong. To be impervious yet be so vulnerable. To feel so filled when you're here yet so empty when you're not. THAT....IS....love.
To love. To be loved. To know love. You must know there is no controlling it. IT CONTROLS YOU. But there is no greater truth worth sacrificing yourself for. For love is the only truth i would give up all truths for.
Some believe that love is different for each person. Bullshit. I have seen the hundreds of love-sick faces when they hold hands, when they kiss, when they stare, when they cry, and when they have to say goodbye. If it be love, then it is the same for all. Some things are true whether you believe it or not.
I cannot go halfway, and i cannot deny. I cannot pretend that it is different for each one. No. NO. Then it is not love. It always remains the same. for all eternity. I am not insane. I am not crazy. And i am not overly sensitive. I have merely chosen to love. It is said 'if it's to be done, it must be done all the way' no shortcuts, no options, no picking and choosing what to feel and what not to feel, and absolutely no fear. For love is all, it is all or nothing. Love or do not love.
I love not in faith, but in hope. Hope that i will see my love tomorrow. That is the true way to love. Live like there is no tomorrow. Love like you'll never see her again. Keep that in mind, and those three words will be as new as the first time you said them.
If it be love, i beg, do not throw it away. Do not, i beg, do not throw those three words away. They are precious, they are pure, like a new born child. Do not use such words unless you mean it, unless you know it, unless you feel it in your heart. We carbon-based mortals can never describe such complexity. To tell your loved one how you feel is too much, too difficult for the spirit to take. Do not abuse it, do not overuse it, do not toss it away. Say it with passion, say it with conviction, say it because you mean it, or dont say it at all. It is all that we have, all that we know, all that we've been given, to describe whats in your soul.
This is all that i know of it, and all that i'll be satisfied of only knowing. A genius once said 'I am not a smart man, but i know what love is'.
There is no fear when is comes to love; in all its harshness, in all its pain, in all its pleasure, and all its warmth, it is the only thing worth it all. For I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it. One.
And thats what it means to love.
How long must it be for someone to feel it? how long must it be for one to control it? are we in our arrogance blind enough to think that we have any privalege to shackle it, and make it our own? if so, would it still be love? Love....
....only the great poets know the meaning of it. Longing, thriving, itching, driving, gravitating, saturating, penetrating, climaxing...and never coming down.
Diversity on earth....love all the same. The greatest warrior falls at the will of love. Men and women of broken hearts die because of love. In all knowledge, in all truth, in all riches and power, love is valued most. Nothing can ever make sense; all is worthless, all is void without love. There is no point to living without love.
Love is not brain activity. Love is not heart racing. Love is not endorphine releasing. Love is not babies, or weddings, or picnics, or flowers, or notes. and love is never ever comfortable.
Love. Love is. Love is when. Love is when you're this close to me; you can feel my body pressing against yours, feeling my heart beat, breathing my essence. Love is when you're this close to me, and you reach out and hold my hand, and we stare into each other souls, and sigh. Love is when you're this close to me, and you smile to me from across the room, mouthing out the three words that only i can hear. Love is when you're this close to me, and by only mental thought do you know that i am home, that i am safe, that i am only 5 miles away. Love is when it hurts, because only then can you not see me, can not hear me, cannot not feel me whenever you like. Love is when that absence becomes a void in the pit of your stomach, for you know you need me, but i am not there.
To love. To be loved. To know love. You must be a slave to it. Its not my rule. Those who have loved and lost, know what i speak. To feel weak yet so strong. To be impervious yet be so vulnerable. To feel so filled when you're here yet so empty when you're not. THAT....IS....love.
To love. To be loved. To know love. You must know there is no controlling it. IT CONTROLS YOU. But there is no greater truth worth sacrificing yourself for. For love is the only truth i would give up all truths for.
Some believe that love is different for each person. Bullshit. I have seen the hundreds of love-sick faces when they hold hands, when they kiss, when they stare, when they cry, and when they have to say goodbye. If it be love, then it is the same for all. Some things are true whether you believe it or not.
I cannot go halfway, and i cannot deny. I cannot pretend that it is different for each one. No. NO. Then it is not love. It always remains the same. for all eternity. I am not insane. I am not crazy. And i am not overly sensitive. I have merely chosen to love. It is said 'if it's to be done, it must be done all the way' no shortcuts, no options, no picking and choosing what to feel and what not to feel, and absolutely no fear. For love is all, it is all or nothing. Love or do not love.
I love not in faith, but in hope. Hope that i will see my love tomorrow. That is the true way to love. Live like there is no tomorrow. Love like you'll never see her again. Keep that in mind, and those three words will be as new as the first time you said them.
If it be love, i beg, do not throw it away. Do not, i beg, do not throw those three words away. They are precious, they are pure, like a new born child. Do not use such words unless you mean it, unless you know it, unless you feel it in your heart. We carbon-based mortals can never describe such complexity. To tell your loved one how you feel is too much, too difficult for the spirit to take. Do not abuse it, do not overuse it, do not toss it away. Say it with passion, say it with conviction, say it because you mean it, or dont say it at all. It is all that we have, all that we know, all that we've been given, to describe whats in your soul.
This is all that i know of it, and all that i'll be satisfied of only knowing. A genius once said 'I am not a smart man, but i know what love is'.
There is no fear when is comes to love; in all its harshness, in all its pain, in all its pleasure, and all its warmth, it is the only thing worth it all. For I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it. One.
And thats what it means to love.