Tales from the Dark Side of the Moon

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How I feel about LOVE.

Posted by Jo pe Martie 9, 2007

I have found almost everything ever written about love … to be true.Shakespeare said,”Journeys end in lovers meeting”. What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that…but I`m more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I`m constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said „Love is blind. ” Now, that is something I know to be true.

For some, quite inexplicably…love fades. For others…love is simply lost. But then, of course, love can also be found. Even if just for the night.
And then there`s another kind of love. The cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. It`s called unrequited love. Of that, I am an expert..
Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories?
Those of us who fall in love alone. We are the victims of the one-sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones. The walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space.
Yes, you are looking at one such individual.
And I have willingly loved
…someone that does not, and will not ever feel the same way.

I understand feeling as small and as insignificant…as humanly possible.
How it can actually ache in places that you didn`t know you had inside you.
It doesn`t matter how many new haircuts you get…or gyms you join…or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with girlfriends.
You still go to bed every night going over every detail…and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood.
And how in the hell,for that brief moment…you could think that you were that happy? And sometimes you can even convince yourself…that he`ll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that,however long „all that„ may be…you`ll go somewhere new.
And you`ll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff..those years of your life that you wasted…that will eventually begin to fade. ( The Holiday 2006 ) 

This is the perfect way to describe how I feel about love.


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