|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 12:13 pm
|
|
|
|
Hi there! So, I just got my first boyfriend...But there's a drawback...I don't actually understand the concept of love. Not very good for the relationship, huh? In fact, even before I gained a significant other, I was wondering what love is like.
What does it feel like? When you're in love, do you think differently? How much does love mean to people? And does the definition vary from person to person?
These questions just keep appearing in my mind. I've asked a lot of people, but I still feel like I don't know nearly enough. I just don't understand and truthfully, I feel like that's wrong somehow. Especially since I'm about a month or so away from turning eighteen. You'd think I'd get it by now... confused
So, can someone explain the concept to me? Even if the definition isn't the same for everyone, if a bunch of people tell me what THEIR definition is, I think that I might get a better understanding.
So...help me out? Thanks a bunch!
Oh! Before I forget, I understand platonic love fine! I have no problems loving my friends and family. That comes naturally! biggrin It's just romantic love and actually being in love that's really throwing me for a loop...
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 4:02 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 7:22 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 5:47 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 9:14 pm
|
|
|
|
May I direct you HERE? And, if you don't want to go to the trouble of clicking the link to another thread in this guild, I'll repost my definition of love. Love is one thing, there is no difference between platonic and romantic, just different definitions and standards, I believe.
Love is a feeling that has no description. It is a feeling that if you try to describe it, you can go on forever and still not have even scratched the surface of it. Love is a sea of emotion, and I just a tiny atom drowning in the endless waves of feeling. Love is a storm cloud over head, rumbling. You can feel it, you can hear it as it speaks, you see it in every move it makes. It is there. Love is a connection you have with someone on a soul deep level that takes your breath away. It stuns you and leaves you with no words left. Love is the feeling you get of complete bliss just being in their arms, holding their hand, or seeing them smile. Love is doing anything and everything in your power to make them happy. Love is being the most perfect you can be, just to see them smile. Love is wanting a person in ways you'd've never dreamt of other wise. Love is a craving you get when you're away from them. Love is a drug that changes you for life. Love is a beautiful thing. Love is exciting and calm, new and old. Love is trusting and questioning "Do I deserve something this good?" Love is hope and happiness. Love is doing things that you wouldn't normally do, because they want it. Love is scary and friendly. Love is never questioning "Are they worth it?" It's knowing before you know why, that they are. Love is acceptance. Love is not shallow, it sees the beauty of the person inside, not the face. Love is pure and never harmful. Love is fun and playful. Love is honest and caring. Love is as close to perfection as we can get, all bottled up in one little word. Love is more than just a chemical reaction, it is a physical need to be with a person. Love is a longing that will never leave if they are not around. Love is an attatchment so strong, it's like the bones of your ribs have opened up and wrapped themselves together, pushing your hearts together no matter what. Love is happiness that reverberates through your whole life. Love is something so strong that you have no choice but to give into it. Love is something so sneaky, you don't even know you've fallen in love until it's too late to stop. Love is the times when you call them just to hear their voice one last time before you go to bed. Love is when you dream about a person, and when you wake up, you think the last few months have been a part of that dream, and it makes you want to cry because you love them so much. Love is no longer caring about anything else because they are the only thing that matters anymore. Love is knowing that if they were to leave you, you wouldn't be able to live. Love is being so in sync with them, that you know exactly what they are thinking, when you're both silent. Love is being humble when they say you're special in anyway, just because you'll know they'll keep talking and you can hear their voice, and their laugh, and hear the words flow together so perfectly in a way no one else could have done it, and it makes you believe -if only for the time- that you really are special. Love is crying, when all you want to do is sing and scream and jump for joy, because the emotions are so strong that you physically can't do anything else. Love is standing next to them, and thinking "Why would they choose me, if there are people like them in this world?" Love is the getting warmth you've always wanted just from being in their arms. Love is being able to feel that they feel the exact same way as you. Love is the band-aid for the soul, it heals everything. Love is indescribable.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 5:32 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 4:48 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 10:18 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 1:26 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 11:27 pm
|
|
|
|
ooooohhh...thenext time I hear "I love you, but I'm not in love with you"... burning_eyes
Anyhow, love isn't a feeling at all. It isn't this overwhelming, heady rush of emotions that lead to an urge for quitting your job and flying overseas to spend the rest of your life homemaking for a poor but earnest man.
Orchestral scores will not cascade lusciously every time you lay eyes upon your lover, unfortunately. You will not ride off into the sunset to awake every morning, beside yourself with affection for the form lying beside you.
No. Love is not romance. The beginnings are sweet. That is the euphoric wooing you will experience with your first love, and perhaps the person you'll spend a lifetime with.
Yet all feelings (simple neuron reactions to chemical triggers in the brain) come to an end. Eventually they will begin again anew, but first labor must come before fruit is born.
Love is choosing to grin and bear it. To forgive, maybe never to forget, but to allow trust to weave its way back in. It is to show devotion when you'd rather just pack up and leave. For each person to give 60% all of the time, even if the other does not. Expressing disappointment with affection as to not allow resentment to build and implode with disastrous results. When something breaks each will vow to fix it rather than throw their love away.
Love is not poetry. It is not a poetical whim. The anecdotes associated with it (melodramatic cliches that most television "relationships" are based on) are only a brief phase before real love sets in. There is no "falling in" or "falling out" of love - all couples go through years of ups and downs and run arounds. Only time, commitment, and effort will allow a worthwhile love to thrive.
[/rant]
Good day. [=
[/size]
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|