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Saturday, April 26, 2008 @ 9:05 PM
love is
"love isn't the rush of infatuation. that's how infatuation feels.
it isn't the demanding urges of lust: that is just lust. it isn't fireworks, or nausea, or fainting, or any of the things that i thought it would be.
it is a feeling that gently creeps its way around your body, and whispers in your ears, and tickles your back between your shoulder blades, and traces its finger across your palms, gently whispering the whole time until you just can't ignore it anymore:
"you love him"
it's a feeling that doesn't announce itself with trumpets or fanfare, it just nudges your lips into a smile, and that smile refuses to fade for a whole minute. it isn't all that time consuming, not every second of every minute of everyday. but it's often, and it's random, and it emerges like a plane trailing a banner across your mind, emblazoned with those words "you love him"
it's the tiny conversation with him that fizzes and sparkles constantly in the back of your head, about everything you see, and the need to share it all with him, and hear what he thinks. you want him to see what you see.
so i learned that love is not an explosion of drama. it idles up gently, and settles down beside you. and you may not even realise until you glance around and see it sitting back, comfortable and relaxed, as if it had been there all along."
i remembered reading the above somewhere and i just loved it so much.
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Saturday, April 26, 2008 @ 9:05 PM
love is
"love isn't the rush of infatuation. that's how infatuation feels.
it isn't the demanding urges of lust: that is just lust. it isn't fireworks, or nausea, or fainting, or any of the things that i thought it would be.
it is a feeling that gently creeps its way around your body, and whispers in your ears, and tickles your back between your shoulder blades, and traces its finger across your palms, gently whispering the whole time until you just can't ignore it anymore:
"you love him"
it's a feeling that doesn't announce itself with trumpets or fanfare, it just nudges your lips into a smile, and that smile refuses to fade for a whole minute. it isn't all that time consuming, not every second of every minute of everyday. but it's often, and it's random, and it emerges like a plane trailing a banner across your mind, emblazoned with those words "you love him"
it's the tiny conversation with him that fizzes and sparkles constantly in the back of your head, about everything you see, and the need to share it all with him, and hear what he thinks. you want him to see what you see.
so i learned that love is not an explosion of drama. it idles up gently, and settles down beside you. and you may not even realise until you glance around and see it sitting back, comfortable and relaxed, as if it had been there all along."
i remembered reading the above somewhere and i just loved it so much.
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chiewyee!
basically what we have here is a dreamer.
someone out of touch with reality.
when she jumped, she probably thought she'd fly.
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