Active Blogs | Popular Blogs | Recent Blogs Love is love. There are different ways that people classify it, but this the universal truth.
Represented by the heart but it's all in the head. Love can only be true. If it isn't true, it isn't love. How seriously true! Although I still feel disillusioned about my first and last love, nothing would really taint the perfection I found there. I opened up to her with arms wide open, and allowed my heart to invest in her completely. We had our own secret world, our own elusive "togetherness". Will I forever miss the diosyncrasy of us, the jokes, the laughter, the names and memories. I loved her will forever be a fond memory.
Loving someone and having them love you back is the most precious thing in the world. A true love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix. If you love someone but rarely make yourself available that is not true love. Love is not a maybe thing; when you love someone preciously.
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations. It is observed as the hair greys out but is always young in the heart. True love makes the thought of death frequent, easy, without any fears; it merely becomes the standard of comparison, the price one would pay for many things. Nothing can bring a real sense of security into the home except true love. Love is a place you come back to, no matter where you are headed.
Writing with pain but waiting with faith forever and ever!
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