Love is a funny, old thing. Actually, I could've written "funny old" or "funny, old," because it's both. Yes, that comma makes a large difference.
A friend of mine has been having this on-going ordeal with an exboyfriend who's giving some rather curiously-confusing signals about their relationship. She wants back in, but he maintains that he's not ready for the relationship -- or whatever.
Love is, in my opinion, just a human thing, of course. It's only between humans. How can it be anything else? 'Love' is just what someone labels their feeling for someone else, so, by its definition, surely it's purely individual -- right?? I don't know; I'm just speculating. This is all speculation. What is it... really?
I definitely maintain that it's between people only and what it is is down to a person's individual mutation of their reality. I'm supposed to be 'in love' at the minute, but I don't know. What I have for him (Zarith) is probably 'love,' of some sort, but it's only the love I can feel for him at this stage in my life.
It's a complicated thing. You know, it's like... Mean. Love is mean. It plays with all that you are and all that you do, but only because, as I say, it's human and personally so. It sticks with you because it's your own interpretation of your feelings for that person, whom you love.
How is someone supposed to know what love is? How does someone know? How can you tell when you're 'in love?' How can you tell that what you feel for whom you're with now won't ever be surpassed? How can you tell it's the most intense you'll ever feel? Or is 'love' the name for 'the most intense yet?'
Answers required. This isn't rhetoric.
Rambly.
3 comments:
Hmmm... you know when you're in love, that's for sure. Can it be clinically defined and described? I think not. I do believe there are many different kinds of love. And love does, indeed, make the world go round.
;-)
hey, It's Kate *hopes you still remember me!* hehe. I think love is when you realise that you'd do anything for that other person, and that their happiness is more important to you than your own...but I suppose that's just my take on it.
K8 xxx
watch some scrubs, you'd be surprised how ensightful it can be =]
love, the kind I think you're chatting about, is when you could spend the rest of your life caring and looking after someone when you know they can do nothing for you in return. (the husband was in a coma and would never wake up, but the wife was happy just to sit there with him and wipe gunk out of his eyes)
and the best thing about that definition, is that it encompasses all kinds of love
=]
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