Out of love
What exactly is Love?
(This entry is spurred on by fuckyeahlove.tumblr.com)
Hur one day I might just say something like 'This entry is sponsored by ______' but then again that's kinda a dream I'm not even trying to reach. Look, I still lock entries.
Is it about how 2 people meet? How magical it was? How it was love at first sight?
Or how the guy/girl tried to meet the girl/guy again by giving some lame excuse? (C.f. Dad & umbrella)
Or is it about trying to pen down and spread what can never be written or shared?
How you're always saying you'll never be whole without him/her?
How you miss him/her all the damn time and you want the whole world to know that? Oh, and him/her.
How every touch gives you the tingles?
How every kiss sends you the cloud Nine?
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Believe me, I think it can be classified as the most beautiful thing in this ugly, ugly, sick world. This world where some people get so blinded by money and the rat race and just plain being better than the one next to you.
But really, what is the point of all the Iloveyous, He/shelightsupmylife and Withouthim/herI'mnothing?
(Okay apart from the selectively cute pictures. For photography's sake. Those are cute and they make me smile. But that's it.)
Sorry maybe I'm old-fashioned. But love can only be felt. By the heart. Not expressed in books, or tv screens for that matter. By the eyes? Don't kid, please.
As much as Life does change in the most absurd of ways, Love doesn't. It doesn't change in the way it is conveyed, yes. But it can't be felt through words. Not as strong though, at least.
I know you'd probably argue that those texts on tumblrs about one's experience of love are not meant for me to feel.
Then why the heck are you sharing? You're boasting, aren't you? Or attempting to 'spread the lurrrrrrve' to others by sharing your own stories?
Well I'd say I'll probably have mine to boast full on. But you can't feel it the way I do. So I wouldn't bother.
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I sound like such a cynic. Haha. I should lighten up. But then again. I'm not saying any of these with a bitter/sore persona.
I'm actually so full up with the brim with love that my heart is unable to cope with the capacity of love it has to handle and I literally have to feel it coming up my collar bones.
I'm serious, you know.
(This entry is spurred on by fuckyeahlove.tumblr.com)
Hur one day I might just say something like 'This entry is sponsored by ______' but then again that's kinda a dream I'm not even trying to reach. Look, I still lock entries.
Is it about how 2 people meet? How magical it was? How it was love at first sight?
Or how the guy/girl tried to meet the girl/guy again by giving some lame excuse? (C.f. Dad & umbrella)
Or is it about trying to pen down and spread what can never be written or shared?
How you're always saying you'll never be whole without him/her?
How you miss him/her all the damn time and you want the whole world to know that? Oh, and him/her.
How every touch gives you the tingles?
How every kiss sends you the cloud Nine?
-
Believe me, I think it can be classified as the most beautiful thing in this ugly, ugly, sick world. This world where some people get so blinded by money and the rat race and just plain being better than the one next to you.
But really, what is the point of all the Iloveyous, He/shelightsupmylife and Withouthim/herI'mnothing?
(Okay apart from the selectively cute pictures. For photography's sake. Those are cute and they make me smile. But that's it.)
Sorry maybe I'm old-fashioned. But love can only be felt. By the heart. Not expressed in books, or tv screens for that matter. By the eyes? Don't kid, please.
As much as Life does change in the most absurd of ways, Love doesn't. It doesn't change in the way it is conveyed, yes. But it can't be felt through words. Not as strong though, at least.
I know you'd probably argue that those texts on tumblrs about one's experience of love are not meant for me to feel.
Then why the heck are you sharing? You're boasting, aren't you? Or attempting to 'spread the lurrrrrrve' to others by sharing your own stories?
Well I'd say I'll probably have mine to boast full on. But you can't feel it the way I do. So I wouldn't bother.
-
I sound like such a cynic. Haha. I should lighten up. But then again. I'm not saying any of these with a bitter/sore persona.
I'm actually so full up with the brim with love that my heart is unable to cope with the capacity of love it has to handle and I literally have to feel it coming up my collar bones.
I'm serious, you know.