What a way to win the ladies, John.
I guess there’s a reason why this L-word has been like poetry material since…way before Shakespeare’s mom.
So what’s the secret behind the magic?
“Sex is currency. She’s easier than love.” – Jon Foreman
What leads to giving birth has also given birth to literature, art, commercialism, more recently an 'emo' culture. Now to a chimp that would sound completely ridiculous, but I guess that’s one of the things that perform a differential favour on our behalf.
“To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.” –Heather Cortez
Aww. You and I know this feeling. Glee, satisfaction, warmth, pleasure, passion, and of course the idea of someone else sharing the same joy. Everyone dreams of an arbitrary someone special. Don't we just wanna be wanted, smiled at, teased and affected affectionately?(wow this almost sounds like projection) And he or she just has to provide all of that, stay faithful to you, and we live happily ever after, oh then die together in each other’s arms, eyes lost toward the brilliant night sky, right?
Pedigrees could do that.
So check this out, some people say relationships are like climbing a mountain; marriage is at the top. On the big day he goes (in tears of joy and a silly wide smile) “I can’t believe I actually married you!”, and then he says the same thing twenty years down the road.
Or maybe, love is a lifelong commitment and marriage is just public affirmation.
“Yes, I will cherish you forever, my love.”
“Yes, whether in pink or ailing health, I will cherish you forever, my love.”
“Ye..yes, even when you’ve departed, I will still bring you roses everyday, my love.”
“Ye...ye...yes, even when you’re ninety, I will still fondle with your breasts...my love!”
The world is in love, and it’s in love with love itself. I wonder if it's just a teenage syndrome; MSN nicknames reveal a lot. Every boy wants to be his girlfriend’s first lover, and every girl wants to be her boyfriend's last woman. It seems like we really don’t know what we’re getting ourselves into when we make that promise, do we.
“Love itself is what is left when being in love has burnt away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.” – Augustine
L-O-V-E. Make it or break it. No pun intended. Puppy love, maybe? Cute, popular, compelling, and its martyrs only needed that bit of discernment to stay alive. Psychotics and suicidals all have a fare share of their population under its mercy.
But then of course, sometimes even when things were really so genuine, maybe the winds just hit too hard. Our love is not perfect.
“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.” – Helen Keller
Trust her on that one. Love is blind because it goes far beyond red roses and baby blues. Love goes beyond tangy lips and holding hands, beyond ‘being there for you’, beyond a marriage deal.
“Love is patient, love is kind.” – 1 Cor 13:4
Love is patient, love is glad to swallow; love is kind, love is glad to let you borrow.
They say, "Life is hard, love is simple."
For love He died to give you life. Now that’s a tad too irreducible.
