Aug 2010
love is complicated.
there are a million different kinds of love, and a million ways to feel it.
there are no rules or guidelines, and it is impossible to verbalize exactly how your mind and your body, your head and your heart, suddenly feel alined.
love brings out the comfort in my thoughts and my feelings.
love is dangerous because it clouds our ability to make healthy decisions using our own intuition. seeing the good amongst all of the bad is human nature. that is instilled in us from birth. second chances, forgiveness, seeing the other side of things.
but ironically enough, it almost always leads me into a dark tunnel. part of growing up and learning to love is achieving a balance in judgement of character. and knowing yourself well enough to be confident in your judgement.
i’d rather over analyze everything than be oblivious to the obvious. i go over every detail, taking each one for what its worth, and then put them all together for one rational conclusion. but this time, with this boy, there is no rational conclusion. i have been up all night, thinking about love. i think i’ve felt it. but i’m trying to figure out, firstly. if it has to be mutual. and if you can fool yourself into thinking you feel something so intense and how people fall out of love. and why, even when you’re completely rejected from the one you love, how you can still feel it. and how you can be blinded by it. and how there are love songs that profess so much of it. and if the love in the world is the same as it was years ago, since old love songs are so real. and so touching. and so - classic. do people feel love like that anymore? is it societal or technological? did the fact that up until a certain point in history... lovers wrote letters, and couldn’t have the impulsive instant gratification people are awarded with today have anything to do with it? but years ago men would go away to war, and their wives would love them through it all, as long as they lived. and how come people say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but typically distance makes everything harder?
how do we know what is real?
there are a million different kinds of love, and a million ways to feel it.
there are no rules or guidelines, and it is impossible to verbalize exactly how your mind and your body, your head and your heart, suddenly feel alined.
love brings out the comfort in my thoughts and my feelings.
love is dangerous because it clouds our ability to make healthy decisions using our own intuition. seeing the good amongst all of the bad is human nature. that is instilled in us from birth. second chances, forgiveness, seeing the other side of things.
but ironically enough, it almost always leads me into a dark tunnel. part of growing up and learning to love is achieving a balance in judgement of character. and knowing yourself well enough to be confident in your judgement.
i’d rather over analyze everything than be oblivious to the obvious. i go over every detail, taking each one for what its worth, and then put them all together for one rational conclusion. but this time, with this boy, there is no rational conclusion. i have been up all night, thinking about love. i think i’ve felt it. but i’m trying to figure out, firstly. if it has to be mutual. and if you can fool yourself into thinking you feel something so intense and how people fall out of love. and why, even when you’re completely rejected from the one you love, how you can still feel it. and how you can be blinded by it. and how there are love songs that profess so much of it. and if the love in the world is the same as it was years ago, since old love songs are so real. and so touching. and so - classic. do people feel love like that anymore? is it societal or technological? did the fact that up until a certain point in history... lovers wrote letters, and couldn’t have the impulsive instant gratification people are awarded with today have anything to do with it? but years ago men would go away to war, and their wives would love them through it all, as long as they lived. and how come people say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but typically distance makes everything harder?
how do we know what is real?
