4/12/2006
Do you remember the first time you told someone you loved them? Someone other than your mom or dad that is... When I was fourteen I was sure I knew what love was. It was the butterflies in my stomach when I heard my boyfriend's voice. It was the anticipation of seeing him every morning before school. Love was that feeling I knew would last forever - no matter what. Do you remember the first time you realized that loving someone hurts like hell? When I was sixteen and twenty and twenty five and thirty and....I was sure that I had no idea what love really was. It was hard realizing that those butterflies in your stomach eventually flutter off into oblivion and that the anticipation of seeing someone you love quickly turns into an expectation. It took me a long long time to admit that the memory of love sometimes lasts longer than the love itself. And now I'm thirty-something and still I'm not exactly sure I can define that word - love. Is it a feeling? Is it an action? Is it something we're all entitled too? Can you give it back if you don't want it? Can you shape it into something that suits you better? Can you lay it down if it becomes to heavy? Will it save you? Will it comfort you? Will it be something special - always? I'm not sure I can answer any of those things but this morning I think I felt it, touched it, heard it...when my sig. other kissed me on the forehead as he passed me in the hallway and said, "you're really pretty." Maybe love is what we never thought it would be - simple.
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My hubby is the first person who really pulled his energy into my soul..I was scared at first, thank go I let go and embraced him!!!!!
I believe there are so many colors of love.Non can truly be compared just like the very people we feel that strong pull towards.
Love Love Love...we all need it don't we? It just takes some of us time to learn to trust ourselves with it..but it happens eventually.
I have seen your picture, you are pretty.I am glad your man can take time to remind himself of that!
As always, enjoyed your post today.
Thanks for sharing~
But what my son Lonny taught me about Love is that it is never enuff.
And the Darling Man I married to now has let me know how simple love and life can be when I am not making it simply complicated.
I happen to love the way you express yourself. Thank you.
The second love thingy has never really gone away. It has stuck with me since High School. It is odd that I still harbor feelings even though I moved on many moons ago and am married now. God I followed her around like a puppy dog. My whole life revolved around when I was going to see her nextr. How many minutes.....PErhaps it was all lust! hehe
Now love *does* seem simple.
Well, I have Lola...
And I love love love the end of this post!