Love is

[Guest]

love is:

her breath against the back of my neck as we fall asleep
her trust and faith in me being as strong as my trust and faith in her

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Love is one of the biggest and most profound subjects there can be, to a mystic like myself. Sea Cat, as usual, has had the nub of the thing on the first go.

The ancients divided love into caritas and amor. Amor is sexual, romantic love, and caritas the other kinds. That's why it was 'faith, hope, and "charity"' in the flawed King James.

The Greek makes the distinction automatically, while in English, one needs to specify. Otherwise, the three things are faith, hope, and fuckin, with the greatest being fuckin...

I kind of like the ending of that trio.

Look, my love is something that I reserve much more than my lust, for fewer are worthy of it. Any good-looking babe (or hot, handsome guy, for that matter) will get my lust, but it takes compatibility, trust, kindness, affection, passion, and loyalty to win my love. Too VERY different things. Call it spiritual or simply emotional, whichever, you please, according to your bent. I just know it when I see it.

I also know what it is like to THINK that someone has earned my love, and find out otherwise. Of course, we don't ultimately choose our feelings. They are stimulated by factors, such as the ideas that I mentioned, but the signals might be crossed sometimes. It took me a good year to get over a particular girl. Not that it stopped me from chasing other girls. I am not patient enough to wait for that. And, of course, not all of the chasing was done with love in mind. I don't believe in fairy tales, after all.

 

[entitled]

Love is not giving a flying leap if your house is clean or not when somebody comes over, because you know they don't care. It's not the house they've come to see.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Love is not giving a flying leap if your house is clean or not when somebody comes over, because you know they don't care. It's not the house they've come to see.

Ah, yes, that is good. Too many people are determined to keep people's love (I'm speaking of friendship here), by presenting a false image. Truth be told, love based on a false image isn't love with the actual person. It is love for the image instead.

 

[entitled]

Ah, yes, that is good. Too many people are determined to keep people's love (I'm speaking of friendship here), by presenting a false image. Truth be told, love based on a false image isn't love with the actual person. It is love for the image instead.

Yep. And that's not good.

Love is being able to put up with whatever crap somebody else will shovel, being able to dump it back on them, and it all comes out in the wash. Eventually.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Yep. And that's not good.

Love is being able to put up with whatever crap somebody else will shovel, being able to dump it back on them, and it all comes out in the wash. Eventually.

I say that because I think that I WAS in love with a girl's image once. Then she broke my heart and I realized in hindsight that she wasn't quite what I wanted in a girl for a long-term companion. Guess I dodged a bullet, eh?

 

[Anniejustagirl]

Love is being willing to let go when it's the last thing on earth you want to do!

 

[Nirvanadragones]

Love is All
Love is all around you
Love is there in your laughter
In your hair
Love flows everywhere.

Love is old
Love is older than you
But the light shining through
Makes me see
Your love is all new.

Love is all
Love will always be The Law
And higher love radiates on us all
On us all.

 

[lucky-E-leven]

Love is closing your fucking books, regardless of how much more studying you need to get done for your exam tomorrow because you can't bear the thought of her in bed alone for one more second.

 

[scheherazade_79]

Love is... not what you'd expect. It's a lot easier, and the Real McCoy takes very little effort. You don't have to spend every day striving to meet expectations and be someone you're not, because you're already accepted for who you are.

 

[Guest]

This thing called love...

Love is not tying a cement block to someone's foot and throwing them off a bridge, even when you really want to, according to the hubby.

My opinion:

Love is what happens when you can't give up, can't give in, can't walk away and can't forget, no matter what - because without that feeling, that purpose inside of you, you're lost and don't know where to go. It's letting go, and still holding the line, so if they look back, you're there to reassure them. Love is sitting up all night long, exhausted and aching, because your baby won't sleep unless you rock and sing to them. It's the perfect trust when your horse drops his head and wraps his neck around you, making that deep, chesty nicker that says "you are my person." It's the respect in letting someone die the way they wished, and the devotion to let them know you're still there after the physical body is dust and ashes.

Love is everything you ever wanted, needed, hoped for, dreamed of. It's also everything you were afraid of, everything that hurt you, every tiny scar and smudge that turned you into the person you became.

And to quote Valo:

"Love is insane, and baby so are we two."

 

[Guest]

love is knowing she'll come back

 

[Fenikkusu]

Love is the thing worth taking risks for
knowing that your heart is out there
but yet as close as a thought

It becomes the air you breathe
the reason for waking
the determination that drives you to fight the odds

It is in a touch
a smile
a tear

It is in the sound of a voice far away
it is in the breath against your cheek
it is in the eyes that look into yours in that one moment

It is a connection so powerful that it is almost frightening
it is in that thought that sends electricity through your body
it is the feeling of pleasure and pain mixed together

it is what makes you whole
and puts the universe back into balance
and everything makes sense when you are with the one you love

It is the comfort knowing that someone has your back
it is the arms you feel around you
even when your lover is not with you

It is the melding of heart, soul and spirit
the healer
the saviour

 

[Nirvanadragones]

Here is a passage from Jeanette Winterson's novel, "Written on the Body", which I believe reflects beautifully what Love is. Pardon the length, but I wanted to show in essence the journey upon which she takes you.

------ begin passage -------->

Louise let me sail in you over these spirited waves, I
have the hope of a saint in a coracle. What made them
set out years before the year 1000 with nothing
between themselves and the sea but pieces of leather
and lath? What made them certain of another place
uncharted and unseen? I can see them now, eating
black bread and honeycomb, sheltering from the rain
under an animal hide. Their bodies are weathered but
their souls are transparent. The sea is a means not
an end. They trust it in spite of the signs.

The earliest pilgrams shared a cathedral for a heart.
They were the temple not made with hands. The Eklasta
of God. The song that carried them over the waves was
the hymn that rung the rafters. Their throats were
bare for God. Look at them now, heads thrown back,
mouths open, alone but for the gulls that dip the
prow. Against the too salt sea and the inhospitbable
sky, their voices made a screen of praise.

Love it was drove them forth. Love that brought
them home again. Love hardened their hands against
the oar and heated their sinews against the rain. The
journeys they made were beyond common sense; who
leaves the hearth for the open sea? Especially
without a compass, especially in winter, especially
alone. What you risk reveals what you value. In the
presence of love, hearth and quest become one.

Louise, I would gladly fire the past for you, go and
not look back. I have been reckless before, never
counting the cost, oblivious to the cost. Now, I've
done the sums ahead. I know what it will mean to
redeem myself from the accumulations of a lifetime. I
know and I don't care. You set before me a space
uncluttered by association. It might be a void or it
might be release. Certainly I want to take the risk.
I want to take the risk because the life I have stored
up is growing moldy.

She kissed me and in her kiss lay the complexity of
passion. Lover and child, virgin and roue. Had I
ever been kissed before? I was as shy as an unbroken
colt. I had Mercutio's swagger. This was the woman I
had made love with yesterday, her taste was fresh on
my mouth, but would she stay? I quivered like a
school girl.

"You're shaking," she said.

"I must be cold."

"Let me warm you."

We lay down on the floor, our backs to the day. I
needed no more light than was in her touch, her
fingers brushing my skin, bringing up the nerve ends.
Eyes closed, I began to voyage down her spine, the
cobbled road of hers that brought me to cleft and a
damp valley then a deep pit to drown in. What other
places are there in the world than those discovered on
a lover's body?


<------- end passage -------

 

[chris 44]

Love ?

Not sure I know any more.

Thought I did, but found out last year I'd got it all wrong.

Now I'm not sure I ever really knew.

And yet now it's gone I miss it...

 

[chris 44]

Oh dear.

Looks like I put everyone off talking about love....

Sorry

 

[Selena_Kitt]

Love is something we can practice... in every moment.

 

[Stegral]

Love

Not really sure... seems like love in the beginning...
but then I realize it is the slowest form of suicide...

I am tainted right now, but at this moment in time I think:
love is actually hope in illusion form so we keep trying to get it, rather than giving up & dying...

 

[chris 44]

love is actually hope in illusion form so we keep trying to get it, rather than giving up & dying...

Amen to that Stegral -
Even fro me

 

[Guest]

Not really sure... seems like love in the beginning...
but then I realize it is the slowest form of suicide...

I am tainted right now, but at this moment in time I think:
love is actually hope in illusion form so we keep trying to get it, rather than giving up & dying...

Anything worth doing has some sort of pain or sacrifice involved. Love just has more than most. And feel free to steal the current avatar, as it may amuse you no end in the future.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Love is...

Not sexual...because I can love without ever fucking.

Not physical...because I can love without ever touching/seeing.

A chore...you must work at it if you want to keep it.

Not easy...but then again anything worth having, isn't.

I have loved, I do love and (Gods willing) I will love again

 

[Nirvanadragones]

Random midnight thoughts...

Love is... no expectations, just the flow and the moment...

Love is almost feel bad for others who don't get it...

Love is when only she can bring me to our quiet space in a moment... to calm me down and keep me nutured, and safe and sheltered...

Love is crying the kind of tears that fall when you realize that across an expanse of sea water there is a woman who loves you more than anyone ever can or will

 

[SeaCat]

Love?

Love is waking in the morning and thinking of her.

Love is going through the day, doing shit you don't really want to do, because it will make her happy.

Love is going to bed at night with a raging hard on, and not touching her because you know she isn't in the mood.

Love is being so angry you could kill her over something stupid she did, and forgiving her at a moments notice.

Love is holding her as she cries her tears of pain when one of her friends dies.

Love is sitting there next to her, holding her hair out of her face as she vomits in the toilet.

Love is holding her up in the showers as you clean the shit and piss off her, because she was too sick and weakened to do it herself.

Love is changing the bedding when she shit and piss in the bed because she was too sick to move.

Love is stepping between her and the punk who is pissed at something she just said.

Love is going to her parents house, and putting up with their B.S. without saying a word because she hasn't seen them in years.

Love is having your in-laws stay at your place, disrupting your life and lifestyle without saying a word because they are her parents.

Love is breaking down in tears at the doctors office when you hear she doesn't have cancer.

Love is knowing that she will and does do the same thing for you.

Cat

 

[MissBri]

 

[Nirvanadragones]

Love is not letting go of her hand...