
Originally Posted by
ahmonrah
i'm late as hell for this topic. but lemme see if i can put my own ideas in here.
this love thing:
wtf is it? no one knows. but we know what it does.
love makes one forget about time, when they are with the one they love.
love makes you spend more time than you normally would with anyone else, with that particular person.
love makes you feel like your going through a junkies withdrawal, if time apart from that person is longer than you would want, anxious for that next good hit(occasion with them), which you will absorb with all your being, hungrily.
love makes you stare into their eyes with the hopes of seeing the soul of that person your in love with.
love makes you think about those "what ifs", that with others of the same sex, would be more like "hope i never...".
love makes sex with that person take on an intense almost spiritual feel, where the bed you once layed on is replaced by the infinite depth of space...and each climax is likened to the rebirth of a new cosmos....
love makes everyday spent with or thinking about that person euphoric and surreal. each sunny day brighter, every moonlite beautiful....but then it might turn on you...if treated wrong....taken advantage of....not given the attention it needs or feels taken for granted....
over time, and or if problems arise, the same days spent with that person appear bleak, like an inmate at a prison where hope is just outside the gates, just past the prison bars...
the love you once had feels like it's now a vice around your heart and head, making your chest feel tight and head full of pressure...if only you could relieve it somehow...
the same eyes you looked into with wonder and yearning you now see with saddened eyes wondering where things went wrong...
the "what ifs" have now changed to "what if i end this, will i be ok?"
the days and hours spent on the phone or together, seem almost like a "requirement" than a genuine want.....
times spent talking about the possible future are now spent arguing over things, when at the end, you dont even know what it started over.
we becomes I..."i'm right your wrong" "i want this" "if you dont treat me..."
"i dont know why i'm even..." "do you understand what I want?"
nights where you couldnt wait to climb in bed next to their warm flesh, are replaced with long times spent on the couch, out with friends, or alone...but if it's real, one thing remains the same....you still think about that them.
"maybe you 2 can fix it. maybe it's supposed to end. maybe it wasnt love after all. maybe you wasted you time."
people only get the the bleakest part of this IF and i mean IF preconcieved notions of what love is, cloud what it really is.
love is not that shit you see on tv, that sappy violin filled kiss on movies, it's an animal all it's own. and as much as people want to choose who they will love...we have absolutely no choice of who you gonna say "i love you" to, and really mean it.
it's an animal all it's own....barely understandable, invisible but heavy, and completely uncontrollable.