my friend's friend posted this note. she let me read it. wow. nicely said. i guess i want to share it with everyone =)
Love.
Can anyone tell me, what exactly is love?
What is it like? How does it feel like? Do you really feel butterflies in your tummy? Can you, get all the answers on Wikipedia? On a dictionary? Or do you need to experience it to know it?
Can you demonstrate love, by answering demands? By buying expensive gifts?
Neither life nor love requires us to give up our dignity. To me, love is supportive and nurturing, not aggressive or demanding. It is protective, not possessive.
Carol♥Jason says (11:16 PM):
People might say bad things about love, that it is painful, confusing, invasive, and sometimes violent. But if you could just sit down, and search deep into your soul, and you'll know that love expands, gives, and heals.
Can you really love someone, unconditionally, when you know that they have other intentions? Can you really love one person, but still too selfish to commit, so selfish that you are still out there somewhere straying?
We all seek love, because somehow we know love bring us joy. We walk into a relationship when we are in love, but how many of us appreciate the other enough to keep the love?
"I love you enough to let you go, as long as you're happy, I'll be happy."
We can say all we want, but do we really mean it? Love is never selfish, and yet love is never selfless. I can never love someone who doesn't love me and only me, I never will.
"Love is about letting go."
How true is that? In many situations, we let go because we have to, not that we want to. Can you stay in a relationship, if you know you're partner is constantly cheating on you? You can shower your partner with all the love you can give, but what if they don't learn to appreciate you? Can you still love them?
Before we look at someone's eyes and tell them we love them, look in the mirror and ask yourself, are you doing the right thing? Do you really love, or you just pretend you love to get something out of it?
Love is a 50/50 thing. Both party needs to work on it, I can buy you flowers everyday, but remember, I don't owe you flowers.
And before you start pointing fingers, please remember that the world doesn't revolve around you. People don't owe you things, unless you have done something so great to deserve it, or unless, you have met a fool so great, that could love you unconditionally. And with a fool like that, you can start to consider yourself as the luckiest person in the world.
As I try, and try to figure out what love is all about, I'm sinking into confusion.
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It’s funny how things can stir up thoughts about you. And it always happens in the strangest places. Here I am, sitting in the garden, staring at the sky, thinking of you. I tried to look for the brightest star tonight, so I could make a wish. And you know, I wish for nothing but to have you here with me.
Memories are a terrible thing, sometimes. They pop up at the worst times, like a ghost on my shoulder. I can be laughing at something on television and then I’ll think of how hard you‘d laugh. What hurts more than knowing you’re not around is that I keep thinking you’re probably somewhere watching the same thing I am but with someone else.
I kept thinking, I keep wishing, that one day, you'd be here with me. My bed is empty, except for me, but I want it filled with another body, your body. An arm draped across my shoulder, two heats mingling underneath the sheets, soft tickling on my neck. Just the comfort and feeling of safety that I have when I was with you.
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Everynight, I squirm in bed, looking beyond the distant sky, and I don't know why, but I just can't shake the thought of you, but oh well, not that I want to. So many nights, so many hours, nights that lasted forever, nights that tore into me and ripped out every little hope I have left. I often sit here at night, writing pathetic little notes, paragraph upon paragraph of useless words, all in vain.
Every minute I spent thinking of you, missing you, is nothing but pure torture. It's like an overflowing emptiness, to have you so far away. I need to feel you against me, I want to melt in your embrace. I crave the gentle caress of you lips on my neck, and the way you whisper in my ear, that makes me weak at the knees. I want you so much right now...
I cry, but only in silence, holding my pillow tightly, in my safe arms, from an insecure soul only wanting to let you know, just how much, I miss you.
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I made alot of mistakes in my life,
that I sometimes look in the mirror and hated the face I saw.
I apologize if I sounded pathetic,
but think about it,
have you ever felt this way yourself?
