I Believe In Love
Over the years, throughout all of the many experiences in my life, I have contemplated this single question....what is love? Do I have a definite, precise answer? No. Do any of us? Probably not.
I think love is different for every single person, no two people are exactly alike. So, it makes sense that love cannot possibly be perceived in the same way. We are all shaped and contorted by life's little moments...the happiness and the joy as well as the hurt and the sadness. It affects who we are and our views on life and love and how we choose to react to the love that is given to us.
We get lost along the way sometimes, thinking what we have with another person is love, only to realize the reality that it has failed. That maybe it wasn't love at all...
This I what I believe...love, true love, doesn't accept failure. Love between two people becomes a powerful force all of it's own, always encouraging you and giving you an infinite strength. Love weathers the storms, never losing sight of it's truth... it fights for what it needs and refuses to give in...or give up.
You know it *is love, when you realize you are no longer in control of love...when the only vision you have is the other person's happiness...and when you lose a bit of yourself because you have given it to them...
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
~ Pablo Neruda
I think love is different for every single person, no two people are exactly alike. So, it makes sense that love cannot possibly be perceived in the same way. We are all shaped and contorted by life's little moments...the happiness and the joy as well as the hurt and the sadness. It affects who we are and our views on life and love and how we choose to react to the love that is given to us.
We get lost along the way sometimes, thinking what we have with another person is love, only to realize the reality that it has failed. That maybe it wasn't love at all...
This I what I believe...love, true love, doesn't accept failure. Love between two people becomes a powerful force all of it's own, always encouraging you and giving you an infinite strength. Love weathers the storms, never losing sight of it's truth... it fights for what it needs and refuses to give in...or give up.
You know it *is love, when you realize you are no longer in control of love...when the only vision you have is the other person's happiness...and when you lose a bit of yourself because you have given it to them...
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
~ Pablo Neruda