What is this love thing anyways? I love love, I love being in love, I love loving ... But is that it? Can love be separated from passion, from adoration and admiration? Have you ever had one of those moments of pure passion and love with someone you hardly know? The lovely person sitting in front of you, you're talking but the words don't come easy, and then you start smooching and everything is just perfect? I have.
I guess when you've been without it for a long time, love does seem harder to find. And humans so easily over-analyze things, making the smallest thing a sign of love and the biggest declaration of admiration an insult. And sex ... There is really a big difference between sex and making love, but I do believe that you can make love to a complete stranger. In the dark night, in the light of a burned-out candle ... Love does seem to find its way into our hearts through the weirdest of coincidences.
I am a firm believer of the fact that all things happen for a reason and that nothing happens before you're ready for it. Why then tangle oneself up in darkness and negative thinking? Take each day as it comes. If one savors each moment to the fullest and never regrets anything, nothing can be taken away from you at death.
We have everything to lose, that's the charm of it.
Innlegg
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