I want to put a question out there (if anyone actually reads this):
Do you believe in love?
I know it sounds awfully overdone, and I can only agree with that. The reason I ask is that I have encountered something, I never thought I would. It's not as if I've fallen in love - I don't personally believe in it. But I've never been put into a situation to make me believe in its existence.
I have always been good at seeing the positive in something negative, or at least being able to survive the bad things of life. It's my strong point. Now, however, I find myself being pulled into something that seems outwardly positive. The problem being that I keep expecting to find fault in it. To have it dissolve in my hands. It is a self-fulfilling prophecy maybe, but is it possible to change something that is so much a part of who you are?
I believe nothing is perfect. To me, relationships don't exist because of love. They begin because of lust and if they continue, it's because the two parties find each other bearable enough to coexist. I haven't been proven wrong yet, but there are a million stories of 'true love'. Is every one of them purely fiction? Humanity's unattainable romantic ideals? Or am I wrong? Has anyone out there experienced love? Can anyone help me understand what love is all about? Or does anyone share my doubts?
Surely if love does exist, it's something to be feared. An emotion so strong as love sounds agonizing.
I would like to be wrong about love.
What is the truth?
M.G.
Yes, I believe in love, even true love. Love is not all about butterflies, roses, and walks on the beach. It's commitment and action, and it's never perfect because the people involved are never perfect.
ReplyDeleteI've been married for three years, but I've known my husband for 10. Sometimes it's easy to hug and kiss at the end of the day; other times it's not. My husband is sometimes impatient and inconsiderate. I'm usually indecisive and apathetic. Instead of arguing, we have times where we grow apart for a while. It takes a great deal of effort to make love work, and it can definitely be agonizing.
The beauty of this situation is to have someone in my life who understands me and who I can rely on. My husband has held me when I've cried; I held his hand when his father lay dying in the hospital. Having that kind of support is priceless. (And the physical intimacy we share ain't bad, either.)
The point is, if you seal yourself off from others, you don't have to worry so much about being hurt as deeply by their mistakes and shortcomings. But you also won't experience the thrill and satisfaction of being loved in that way or loving someone like that in return. Love is a risk, but in a world that's full of so much pain and darkness, it can be a risk worth taking for the bit of sweetness it offers.
Love is as real as pearls, as hard to find, and as easily counterfeited.
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