youngnlove89 Posted August 22, 2012 Posted August 22, 2012 *merely a rant, a piece of my heart on pixels.. I can count on the fingers of one hand, how many people have loved me over the course of my life. The list of those who've claimed to love me is slightly longer, but you can always spot the lie. Subtlety is a lost art, you see; one of those dying art forms, like music and literature and theater. Subtlety's been brutally murdered, replaced with a vacant need for thrill and blatant seduction; it doesn't take the most perceptive of women to differentiate between blind lust and the watchful eye of genuine emotion. Sometimes, I think I'm a bit too young to have learned of love's mortality. Too young to have realized, despite its truth, the ease with which love begins that slow, slick slide into something less than its passionate counterpart. But reality, cruel as it is, will never steer you wrong, and eventually I settle into the knowledge that knowing is better than not; learning infinitely better than being doomed to make the same mistakes in vivid repetition. Love had me stretched out so thin, the sunlight bled through me. So translucent, that standing against the horizon, the light turned me into a roadmap of veins and arteries and organs. Until the day I let it go, I was as insubstantial as emotion itself. The time since love: oh, those minutes like hours, those hours like months. That boy I loved, I loved wholeheartedly. The memory's enough to sustain me, until the next love I lose, but for now. For now, I loved a boy once. And it was everything they say love is, until the day it disintegrated, as mortal as anything else of this world. ________________________________________________________________ Where do you see yourself a month from now? 6 months from now? A year from now? Where do you WANT to see yourself? If I were a genie, and could grant you one wish, what would it be?
InAFog Posted August 22, 2012 Posted August 22, 2012 *merely a rant, a piece of my heart on pixels.. And it was everything they say love is, until the day it disintegrated, as mortal as anything else of this world. Beautifully said. It too is mortal.
Mint Sauce Posted August 22, 2012 Posted August 22, 2012 A beautiful piece of text, thank you. But I don't agree. Have you loved someone/been loved by someone far beyond "being in love"? Through true hardship? I met my ex-wife yesterday, after 4 years(!) of NC. Her new husband as well. We were together for 10 years, through some very tough times. It was clear from the 1st second that the love we once shared did not fully disintegrate. It never will. We'll take it to the grave, even if we have NC for the coming 30 years. You speak about passion. Love has hardly anything to do with passion. Love is the guy who carries his dying dog into the warm lake water to sooth its aching bones. You will find someone with whom you share a love that you know will never disintegrate, not even when you go your separate ways. 2
Author youngnlove89 Posted August 22, 2012 Author Posted August 22, 2012 (edited) A beautiful piece of text, thank you. But I don't agree. Have you loved someone/been loved by someone far beyond "being in love"? Through true hardship? I met my ex-wife yesterday, after 4 years(!) of NC. Her new husband as well. We were together for 10 years, through some very tough times. It was clear from the 1st second that the love we once shared did not fully disintegrate. It never will. We'll take it to the grave, even if we have NC for the coming 30 years. You speak about passion. Love has hardly anything to do with passion. Love is the guy who carries his dying dog into the warm lake water to sooth its aching bones. You will find someone with whom you share a love that you know will never disintegrate, not even when you go your separate ways. Love is that. I saw that picture of that man and his dog. How beautiful that was. I could say my love for my dog is more than any love I ever felt. But I'm talking about being in love with someone. Someone who you are passionate about... I was talking more about the relationship of love and how that is gone. That relationship is over, dead and buried. The love I feel for him is still there and it always will be. He will always have that part of me. But being able to show that love to him ever again is no longer available to me. I could whisper I love him and he wouldn't hear it. That's gone. The connection between us is no longer there to portray our love to eachother. Edited August 22, 2012 by youngnlove89
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