Jane says, "I've never been in love,
I don't know what it is..."
1. Natures way of tricking people into reproducing.
Rules of Love:
"Do you think you ever really loved him?"
A question asked of me recently. It's been a while since I have thought about love and him together. Too much hurt, too much anger to really know any more. I think maybe, or maybe it was just me following the plan of what you are suppose to do next...I don't know. Maybe?
I talk a lot these days, about those who have pull on my heart's strings, trying to untie it from my sleeve. I don't give it up that easily. It's becoming a nasty habit really, because I am certain I am missing out on something truly amazing.
I think a lot and at times I feel more than I know what to do with...but I don't know if it's love.
Some times it hurts.
Some times it makes me wish that time would just stop
and a simple moment could last forever.
Some times I understand it and some times,
I just don't know.
Some times the words get caught in my throat,
like a frog that can't croak.
Some times it makes me cry.
Some times it reminds me of a past life,
I am trying to write off.
Some times it is all I want and some times,
I want to push it away.
Some times it makes me scream.
Some times it makes me laugh.
Some times it feels like the world is spinning so fast,
it makes me dizzy.
Some times it makes me wonder if thing were different,
where would our story go?
Love...
I don't remember it ever feeling like this...
...so how do I know?
Is it the little things?
Or is it the big things?
4. love is patient; love is kind and envies no one. Love is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude; never selfish, not quick to take offence. Love keeps no score of wrongs; does not gloat over another's sins, but delights in the truth. There is nothing love cannot face; there is not limit to its faith, its hope, and its endurance. In a word, there are three things that last forever: faith, hope, and love; but the greatest of them all is love.
1 Corinthians 13
There are those I love, no questions asked.
Those I can speak my mind to, tell them what's what,
knowing in the end they will understand.
Those I can be myself with.
Those I can rant and rave to,
being my crazy self.
Those who take me as I am,
never wishing to change me.
Those who can go days, weeks, months without talking
and pick up right where we left off.
Those I can curl up next to.
Those who love my freckles
and everything about me.
There are those who don't know how I feel,
that I puzzle
Those who continue to loop through my mind,
unknowingly.
Those that I speak of...
daily.
I don't know what love is, but just like in the song "Elizabeth," by The Airborne Toxic Event...
this is just my best guess...
In the end, all I know is...
...I believe in love.
