Well Apple and I were talking about the thing called "Love" today. I've been thinking about that since the morning and was a little confused about it in the past few days. I was like 'What really is love?' How do you actually feel or even know if it's love already? It's not as simple as liking someone, right...or being infatuated with someone who gives you the spark... When you say 'I love you' how do you mean that? What is the basis? There were so many questions suddenly. Whoa! Well can you say you're in love when you feel so happy with a person? Is it love when you're jealous or when you're too giving? Is it love when you understand your partner and tolerate his/her happiness? Is it love when you stay despite the complicated situation?
Apple described it as something you just feel; something that no words can ever explain. I tried to write it all down as she tells her story like I did an interview for a research paper (on love, lol, that's epic - not!) I came up with the first three...
*when you go an extra mile for someone
*acceptance of the person's being, beliefs, weaknesses, etc.
*wanting the happiness of the person - even if you're not a part of it
I don't know why I've been thinking so much about these details. I wanted to get people's views and compare them to mine; wanted to know their thoughts so i can relate 'em with mine. Well, do we really need to know if it's love we're feeling? When you're happy and you like someone, will you stop to wait and see if it was love you're feeling? Is it really important that it's 'love' before you are together or marry each other? When you're in the middle of a beautiful dream, would you stop to find out if it was real? What makes love?
Is it enough to say 'I love you' and leave? Is it really beautiful the thing called love? Or does it hurt like hell like what others'd normally say? Read below...
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
"Love comes when manipulation stops; when you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable."
What do you think? Love isn't all about sex; it isn't all about the spark or the hearts and the smiles, or the shooting stars. Love isn't something you can buy with money, it's something you invest into..something you work out and norture, something you make to grow. Love can be everything, but it can hurt like sh*t too. Do you think it's enough to love someone?
You know things can be really playful. Now you see, now you don't. Would you be brave to take that risk for love? (to be continued..)
Apple described it as something you just feel; something that no words can ever explain. I tried to write it all down as she tells her story like I did an interview for a research paper (on love, lol, that's epic - not!) I came up with the first three...
*when you go an extra mile for someone
*acceptance of the person's being, beliefs, weaknesses, etc.
*wanting the happiness of the person - even if you're not a part of it
I don't know why I've been thinking so much about these details. I wanted to get people's views and compare them to mine; wanted to know their thoughts so i can relate 'em with mine. Well, do we really need to know if it's love we're feeling? When you're happy and you like someone, will you stop to wait and see if it was love you're feeling? Is it really important that it's 'love' before you are together or marry each other? When you're in the middle of a beautiful dream, would you stop to find out if it was real? What makes love?
Is it enough to say 'I love you' and leave? Is it really beautiful the thing called love? Or does it hurt like hell like what others'd normally say? Read below...
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
"Love comes when manipulation stops; when you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable."
What do you think? Love isn't all about sex; it isn't all about the spark or the hearts and the smiles, or the shooting stars. Love isn't something you can buy with money, it's something you invest into..something you work out and norture, something you make to grow. Love can be everything, but it can hurt like sh*t too. Do you think it's enough to love someone?
You know things can be really playful. Now you see, now you don't. Would you be brave to take that risk for love? (to be continued..)
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