I was tossing being anonymous, but... well, I don't mind YOU knowing, but I feel a bit awkward saying this kind of stuff so everyone can see. I'm sure you'll guess anyway, but here goes.
It's... both the best and the worst feeling ever, in a way. Sometimes it feels like your heart will explode, it's just so overwhelming. You just want to hug them really tightly and not let go. Little things like the way their hair smells or the warmth of their skin or the way they laugh can turn you to complete mush some days. When it's a good day, you can't imagine being without them and nothing in the world makes you happier than holding them and talking to them.
On a bad day, that's what makes it so unimaginably scary, because you know you can't ever go back. Things will never be the way they were before; you're in this relationship for better or worse, and everyone has second thoughts sometimes, but you can't live without them, so giving up isn't an option. You can't have it both ways. There are some things you give up, and you can't have them back just because you miss them sometimes.
In conclusion, truthfully I'm never sure whether it's a good thing or a bad thing. It depends on what day you ask.
Being in love is different not only for every person who experiences it but for every person they experience it for. At least that is how it is with me.
Sometimes it strikes likes a bolt of lighting. Sometimes like an assassin in the middle of the night.
Love is not a feeling. It is an attachment to a person attached to feelings. Ecstasy, contentment, fear, longing, happiness, excitement, jealousy, pain, uncertainty, confusion, sadness, protectiveness, anger, lust, bitterness and even hate are all feelings that can come with it, sometimes simultaneously. It's what psychologist types call a constellation of emotions. To others it's "enigmatic differentiation". To the cynics it is merely obsession - you'll certainly bore your friends to death.
No matter how it turns out you alway end up being changed by it. Is it good? Is it bad? I don't know. I love being in love. I suppose some part of my mind knows it is evolution's way of making two people insane enough to stick together long enough to reproduce. Still I always look forward to it. I can't imagine being scared by it as some people are.
Is it possible to write anything original about love? I think it has all been said. I wonder what it is like to have never been in love. I often wonder if people who say they have never been in love have felt the same things I've felt and given it a different name. Maybe I haven't been in love I and just thought I have, or vice versa.
God writing this soppy crap is embarrassing. I guess I could go anonymous. Ah, fuck it, I wear my trite puke-worthy dribble like badge of honor:P
It is far too late and I am possibly NEVER articulate enough to cover this completely, however much I may try to express it through fiction or prose, or art or music, but nonetheless I shall drop a few thoughts on the subject.
Love feels like suffocating. But more fun, and less with losing control of the bodily functions (although that does happen, sometimes).
Love is a screaming, clawing ache that rests both in your groin and your upper belly. It makes you feel like you're going to throw up. It makes you feel like you're falling apart. It makes you feel like your drowning painfully with your ears and eyes all full of water. It makes you want to shred your skin to pieces with your own teeth and fingernails.
Sounds horrible, right?
That's the magic. The magic of love is that you enjoy every second of it.
Perhaps more elaboration on this when I am feeling creative.
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(Anonymous) 2005-10-16 11:46 am (UTC)(link)It's... both the best and the worst feeling ever, in a way. Sometimes it feels like your heart will explode, it's just so overwhelming. You just want to hug them really tightly and not let go. Little things like the way their hair smells or the warmth of their skin or the way they laugh can turn you to complete mush some days. When it's a good day, you can't imagine being without them and nothing in the world makes you happier than holding them and talking to them.
On a bad day, that's what makes it so unimaginably scary, because you know you can't ever go back. Things will never be the way they were before; you're in this relationship for better or worse, and everyone has second thoughts sometimes, but you can't live without them, so giving up isn't an option. You can't have it both ways. There are some things you give up, and you can't have them back just because you miss them sometimes.
In conclusion, truthfully I'm never sure whether it's a good thing or a bad thing. It depends on what day you ask.
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Sometimes it strikes likes a bolt of lighting. Sometimes like an assassin in the middle of the night.
Love is not a feeling. It is an attachment to a person attached to feelings. Ecstasy, contentment, fear, longing, happiness, excitement, jealousy, pain, uncertainty, confusion, sadness, protectiveness, anger, lust, bitterness and even hate are all feelings that can come with it, sometimes simultaneously. It's what psychologist types call a constellation of emotions. To others it's "enigmatic differentiation". To the cynics it is merely obsession - you'll certainly bore your friends to death.
No matter how it turns out you alway end up being changed by it. Is it good? Is it bad?
I don't know. I love being in love. I suppose some part of my mind knows it is evolution's way of making two people insane enough to stick together long enough to reproduce. Still I always look forward to it. I can't imagine being scared by it as some people are.
Is it possible to write anything original about love? I think it has all been said. I wonder what it is like to have never been in love. I often wonder if people who say they have never been in love have felt the same things I've felt and given it a different name. Maybe I haven't been in love I and just thought I have, or vice versa.
God writing this soppy crap is embarrassing. I guess I could go anonymous. Ah, fuck it, I wear my trite puke-worthy dribble like badge of honor:P
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Love feels like suffocating. But more fun, and less with losing control of the bodily functions (although that does happen, sometimes).
Love is a screaming, clawing ache that rests both in your groin and your upper belly. It makes you feel like you're going to throw up. It makes you feel like you're falling apart. It makes you feel like your drowning painfully with your ears and eyes all full of water. It makes you want to shred your skin to pieces with your own teeth and fingernails.
Sounds horrible, right?
That's the magic. The magic of love is that you enjoy every second of it.
Perhaps more elaboration on this when I am feeling creative.
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(Anonymous) 2005-10-16 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)