Kimmy
01-10-2014, 06:35 PM
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Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me... No more...
What is love? Plastered on Tumblr and Facebook, relationships and the 'little things' that essentially and apparently create the perfect relationship. Notes passed, three words, long calls, wandering hands – each and every one the essence of the 'best' sort of relationship. Have you ever seen posts about true feeling? Where the routes of 'love' and 'relationships' truly begin, and how they escalate into something that makes it impossible to crash land and survive with just scratches? I've seen a few, but not many truly capture the true meanings of that special word, and I want to make a sloppy, cheesy post to share the feelings within mine, and for people to let me know if they share similar feelings for someone they spend time with, or their other half currently.
My partner and I begun online. Not on here, unfortunately... That'd be something to talk about, meeting my love in a 'Hangout for teens'. No, no. We meet through a mutual love for story-writing and character playing, expressing keenness for writing (though he was intimidatingly better than I am and ever will be) on an IM site that has a vast selection of opportunities to express that enjoyment. You type what you want to find in a search bar and you can find places to go that cater to those needs, some more than often better than others. On day one that we met, we carried ourselves over to Skype where we could discuss our … say, story, with more free-flowing depth and from there we developed into full blown laughs and conversation that escalated through weeks and weeks of 'getting to know you' before a few years, after once we'd met and liked what we seen in person as well as camera, I moved in.
Truth is, I didn't really know him. Everyone who has a Facebook account and has mindless teens added to their friend-lists has experienced at least one day of 'I love you' between two total strangers that met yesterday. Two halves that stumble upon each other on a reckless night of partying and spend a night of cuddles and so-forth , for the next day to be in a full blown and 'committed relationship'. Not my kind of thing. In my own personal opinion, a relationship has to be born through something else shared that connects you deeper than intoxication from the cheapest wine (or the most expensive, if you like it like that). It has to be from the mind, when problems are shared or hours and hours are filled with deep conversation.
The true answer remains elusive in part because love is not one thing. Love for parents, children, God and relationships are all different things with different qualities. At the most, however, love is a passionate affection that we nurture and develop as we do ourselves. When it arrives in our lives unbidden, as Joe's did with myself, it's something powerful. But love can be the little things or the big things, depending on where you choose to take it, and the mind frame in which you grab it with and run. Love... I can easily say, is far more easier experienced than defined.
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What, to you, is love?
Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me... No more...
What is love? Plastered on Tumblr and Facebook, relationships and the 'little things' that essentially and apparently create the perfect relationship. Notes passed, three words, long calls, wandering hands – each and every one the essence of the 'best' sort of relationship. Have you ever seen posts about true feeling? Where the routes of 'love' and 'relationships' truly begin, and how they escalate into something that makes it impossible to crash land and survive with just scratches? I've seen a few, but not many truly capture the true meanings of that special word, and I want to make a sloppy, cheesy post to share the feelings within mine, and for people to let me know if they share similar feelings for someone they spend time with, or their other half currently.
My partner and I begun online. Not on here, unfortunately... That'd be something to talk about, meeting my love in a 'Hangout for teens'. No, no. We meet through a mutual love for story-writing and character playing, expressing keenness for writing (though he was intimidatingly better than I am and ever will be) on an IM site that has a vast selection of opportunities to express that enjoyment. You type what you want to find in a search bar and you can find places to go that cater to those needs, some more than often better than others. On day one that we met, we carried ourselves over to Skype where we could discuss our … say, story, with more free-flowing depth and from there we developed into full blown laughs and conversation that escalated through weeks and weeks of 'getting to know you' before a few years, after once we'd met and liked what we seen in person as well as camera, I moved in.
Truth is, I didn't really know him. Everyone who has a Facebook account and has mindless teens added to their friend-lists has experienced at least one day of 'I love you' between two total strangers that met yesterday. Two halves that stumble upon each other on a reckless night of partying and spend a night of cuddles and so-forth , for the next day to be in a full blown and 'committed relationship'. Not my kind of thing. In my own personal opinion, a relationship has to be born through something else shared that connects you deeper than intoxication from the cheapest wine (or the most expensive, if you like it like that). It has to be from the mind, when problems are shared or hours and hours are filled with deep conversation.
The true answer remains elusive in part because love is not one thing. Love for parents, children, God and relationships are all different things with different qualities. At the most, however, love is a passionate affection that we nurture and develop as we do ourselves. When it arrives in our lives unbidden, as Joe's did with myself, it's something powerful. But love can be the little things or the big things, depending on where you choose to take it, and the mind frame in which you grab it with and run. Love... I can easily say, is far more easier experienced than defined.
http://oi61.tinypic.com/1z2lw79.jpg
What, to you, is love?