Love is

dragging your tired and aching ass out of a nice warm bed to wander through the rain so as to visit her at work
 
An illusion. Called love when it’s only infatuation. Love is a lie. A feeling that comes and goes at the whim of another. Love it a lie. Love is red leather pants bought to punish. Love is plotting and pain and inadequacy when once there was once blissfully blind confidence. Love kills souls and reborns them in a single breath. Love lives when it’s all gone, when there’s nothing left here but the shadow of friendship, and pain at the loss. When phones don’t get answered and your lover finds love in someone else and you can’t do more than wish them peace, because you love. Love lies. Love hurts. And in spite of that, love is all we really want, eh?

Mostly though, love sucks.
 
femininity said:
Its been talked about in many different ways. Not only romantic love but the love of friends and family and pets and love for your job or passion in life.

This thread is when you see love in any form, style or configuration. Then come and tell us about it.

Love is.. nothing that needs to be talked about here ... :D
 
Love between healthy, functional, rational adults should be an honest trade. If it isn't, then "love" is probably a misnomer, because the reality is more likely some kind of dysfunctional dependency condition. (Perhaps "love" is also a misnomer if the adults aren't healthy, functional and rational.)
 
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We share so many incredible "no-breathe" moments, yet knowing you, has brought me back the ability to exhale.

:heart:
 
Love is the hardest thing to find, the easiest thing to lose and the most magnificent thing to keep.
 
You're so strong and brave. And you amaze me every day with the way you are dealing with your life, and our future together.

Soon, Baby. Very soon. And then F+ 3 :heart:
 
Love Of Friends And Others :)

Ode To the Love Between Friends

A friend hears the song in your heart and sings it back to you when you've forgotten it.
 
dreaming of her heartbeat
makes me smile and ache and want to cry
the sound that knows
my feelings
my fears
and all my longings
and in there somewhere are all the answers
 
Nirvanadragones said:
dreaming of her heartbeat
makes me smile and ache and want to cry
the sound that knows
my feelings
my fears
and all my longings
and in there somewhere are all the answers

beautiful Vana :kiss:

hope she knows how lucky she is :heart:
 
TriggerHippie said:
An illusion. Called love when it’s only infatuation. Love is a lie. A feeling that comes and goes at the whim of another. Love it a lie. Love is red leather pants bought to punish. Love is plotting and pain and inadequacy when once there was once blissfully blind confidence. Love kills souls and reborns them in a single breath. Love lives when it’s all gone, when there’s nothing left here but the shadow of friendship, and pain at the loss. When phones don’t get answered and your lover finds love in someone else and you can’t do more than wish them peace, because you love. Love lies. Love hurts. And in spite of that, love is all we really want, eh?

Mostly though, love sucks.

Hugs. Been there, girl. :rose:
 
Touching something she has touched and feeling her energy.
Seeing her name next to a thread and your heart soars.
Hearing her just say "Hi" and you turn into a giggling 12 yr old.
:heart:
 
getting your new toys in the mail...instantly texting Him and praying he'll be willing to "break" them in...hehehe :D

(just received my quirt and crop...and they are lovely ;) )
 
Rolling off the bed while talking to her on the phone, because she makes you laugh and giggle and giddy and swoonie and happy and girly :cathappy: :catroar:
 
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