The next time you may be falling for someone…. Freeze time. Immortalize every second of it. Take pictures of them sleeping, Tell them you’re thinking of them. Play the songs that make you think of them. Tell them you miss them. Don’t cover up your smiles. Speak your mind. Have crazy sex. Make passionate love. Sing to each other. Take road trips. Hold hands. Listen. Express yourself. Fight and makeup. Cry together and smile. Tell each other about your day. Call and say good morning.
Feel like you’re falling.
At the end of the day, those are the pieces of love that you miss the most.
What Love Means to Me: Love isn’t.
I don’t think I believe in love anymore.
I mean, not the over-romanticized version that everyone puffs up. I don’t like the concept of having to becoming a forced unit. I feel like any relationship where you are only together for “mutual benefit” is doomed for failure. This is my opinion. I have no say on whether it’s right or wrong, this is just how I feel. I don’t believe in this pop-culture, rhythmic love that everyone’s kidding themselves on this strange journey to find.
I’m sure it’s out there. I’m sure it’s real and I respect everyone who travels the seven seas trying to find this fairy tale.
However, I don’t envy them.
What Love Means To Me: Love is.
I believe in mutual reverence. I believe in creating a connection that needs no possession. There is no his or hers, there’s only the feeling of intense admiration. Just by truly being, this person has already moved mountains. These people are ones you won’t to be conjoined with, intermingling with… Not binded. You are not bound, stuck, glued, by any force… You truly want to be with a person or persons. I say persons because as controversial as it sounds, I don’t feel I was made to truly love one person, or else why would I feel so strongly when I hear of any celebration, any life… Why am I constantly feeling warm when I see couples holding hands or sharing exchanged smiles.
Reverence is stronger than any love I’ve ever felt. That’s not to devoid anyone of the time I’ve shared with them but in the coming of this year, I’ve learned that I crave respect and to give it. I feel all emotions all the time and I can’t really envision just thrusting every single one of them upon one person as if it is their responsibility to remind me to feel or not to feel. My goal in life is to see the ones I care about succeed, make changes, be better. The drive to become our dreams and fulfil our destinies means so much more to me than just the average fantasy of sweet nothings and shared notions of things you’ve seen/heard/or read about.
I’m not saying whether I’m right or wrong, only what I feel so that others can manage to understand why I merely demand a higher level of respect. I believe that every man and every woman should feel beautiful, smart, inquisitive, like a creature born out of some plethora of darkness destined to be light. Friendships, lovers, acquaintances alike all share a need to feel needed or wanted.
I only want an overwhelming amount of respect but in a mutual sense, the way a queen accepts a king. Love used to be sacred. It was something you only said when you were ready but now it’s as if we can’t control it, as if we don’t crave the mystery behind the four letters anymore. I love a lot of things. I love my life, I love the concert I attended last night, I love James Marster’s cheekbones… But respect… respect runs deeper and from so many different wells that I can only anticipate the person I mutually understand and respect enough to adore without inhibition. Is that love? I don’t know and I don’t care. I only know what makes me feel whole or broken or confused or amazed.
I didn’t post this for agreement or disagreement. It’s just how I feel and I imagine right now there are others out here, struggling with the feeling of “iI this right for me to feel this way? Have I given up on the love that was promised to me?”
What Love means To Us.
Love is always within you. You don’t need to search for it. You make it, you feel it, you are it everyday. When you share your food with someone, you are showing love. When your girlfriend kisses you goodbye, you are seeing love. What we crave as humans is to show someone our love, our heart and for them hold it dear…. To cherish it… to respect it.
Don’t question me on why I cannot simply love one person. I am love. I am merely at my highest when someone recognizes me and allows me to recognize them.