Love is not supposed to be jealousy, lies, loneliness or any of those bad things that we put ourselves through thinking "that's what love is". What happened to that pure, warm feeling that I was once tricked into thinking love is by watching too much TV and movies, reading too many romantic books. Are those types of love, not real?
At this point, I would think so. Realistically, love makes us feel shitty more than it makes us feel good. I don't know if I'm right. Maybe it's just what I've known. But I'm going to avoid digging too deep into this subject because I can ramble forever about it. Love is alot of unanswered questions.
It's knowing exactly when to say what, when to do what, having a good memory, having a good sixth sense, having self control, knowing when to get close and when to give space.
I don't know if I have the capacity for all that. I don't know if anyone else does either.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
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