Love
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. I've had it once, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
I love you
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love by Hellhound91 October 6, 2012
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Friend #1: But... You let go of the past friend. You give into love.
Friend #2: What?... Are you God or a prophet now! (Said with knowing eyes and a wink of approval)
Friend #2: What?... Are you God or a prophet now! (Said with knowing eyes and a wink of approval)
love by starfire23 January 14, 2013
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Love... chances are you've heard this world spoken many times. You could have heard it around you, in a song, in a movie, or perhaps you've said it or have had it said to you. The chances also are that this world may not have held much meaning. Love could be such a strong word, but the fact remains that it's been said so many times it's almost hard to determine when it's actually meant. If said to someone who's not related and a potential 'significant other', this word can be dangerous. Oftentimes it's used as a trick, to get something out of another person. However, there's always one time, one glimmer in the dark, when someone speaks it and it holds the true meaning. Have you ever seen an old couple argue, and then moments later talk on like nothing happened? That's love. They're so comfortable with each other they can handle it. Have you ever seen a young girl, perhaps 10, say something to the extent of, "I love my boyfriend, we've been dating for a week and every time I see him I get butterflies in my stomach!"? That's NOT love. That's something else, something I've yet to understand.
Love is a truly great feeling, if you're lucky enough to truly feel it. It's like a roller-coaster, only it involves your mental being also. It's truly indescribable, though I know that love knows no age. I also know that yes, it does hurt when it's over. Not all love lasts forever... sometimes it's too young to withstand distance, or even the corrosion of time. Of all the things I've learned in school... the one thing I'm the most certain of is something they could never teach in a classroom. Love is most certainly worth the ride, even when it ends. Never regret something that once made you smile, and hold fast to the memories, not the emotions.
Love is a truly great feeling, if you're lucky enough to truly feel it. It's like a roller-coaster, only it involves your mental being also. It's truly indescribable, though I know that love knows no age. I also know that yes, it does hurt when it's over. Not all love lasts forever... sometimes it's too young to withstand distance, or even the corrosion of time. Of all the things I've learned in school... the one thing I'm the most certain of is something they could never teach in a classroom. Love is most certainly worth the ride, even when it ends. Never regret something that once made you smile, and hold fast to the memories, not the emotions.