crazy little thing called love...
being in a strangely nostalgic and emotional mood... i'm going to post on something that a few months ago i would have described as completely out of character for me.
i've always thought of myself as slightly down-to-earth... more practical than dreamy... more no-nonsense than romantic... of course i cried a bit at movies but that was the extent of my sentimentality. that and the fact that i liked to indulge in reading romance novels [of course, the reason being that i got my kick from making fun of them. i mean, come on, ALL the men have names like shale or rock or ridge or ham or something equally tough and mean]
but i digress.
love was always something slightly vague. more formless than distinct. More laughable than serious.
but is it really?
i think it's crazy. and crystal clear. and sometimes painful and hard to understand but there's always the realization that you'd rather have it hurt and HAVE it than be without it. does that make sense? because in the end, every single moment of it is worth it. no regrets. because it becomes something you can't live without, that drives you nuts pretty much every second of the day. that drives you to do nothing but sit for hours waiting for an SMS, a call, a SOMETHING. and at the end of the day, it makes you love someone else more than you love yourself, it makes you feel awesome and warm and happy and bloody brilliant inside!
just my perceptions.... take it or leave it. comments solicited... [how shady that sounds :-) ]
wow, i'm on a blogging roll today.... about time too!
i've always thought of myself as slightly down-to-earth... more practical than dreamy... more no-nonsense than romantic... of course i cried a bit at movies but that was the extent of my sentimentality. that and the fact that i liked to indulge in reading romance novels [of course, the reason being that i got my kick from making fun of them. i mean, come on, ALL the men have names like shale or rock or ridge or ham or something equally tough and mean]
but i digress.
love was always something slightly vague. more formless than distinct. More laughable than serious.
but is it really?
i think it's crazy. and crystal clear. and sometimes painful and hard to understand but there's always the realization that you'd rather have it hurt and HAVE it than be without it. does that make sense? because in the end, every single moment of it is worth it. no regrets. because it becomes something you can't live without, that drives you nuts pretty much every second of the day. that drives you to do nothing but sit for hours waiting for an SMS, a call, a SOMETHING. and at the end of the day, it makes you love someone else more than you love yourself, it makes you feel awesome and warm and happy and bloody brilliant inside!
just my perceptions.... take it or leave it. comments solicited... [how shady that sounds :-) ]
wow, i'm on a blogging roll today.... about time too!
scribbled by astrodominie at 1:17 pm
3 Comments:
still sounds a little surreal coming from you...
what can i say... my life's become surreal! but like you said.. this is probably cliched yet true...
definition of love according to websters:1. A strong positive emotion of regard..no i am not gonna do that..but yeah mabye opinions differ..but i will always stick to my position..its nice but surely silly..
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