Have you ever really been in love before? I mean really in love? No really?
Before you answer that question, take a moment to consider what love is. Love is not a feeling. It is so much more than an emotion. It surpasses the result of goosebumps and chills running up and down your spine. Love is not something that you can make, but on the contrary love makes you. It makes you laugh, smile, grin, cry, and can even make you miserably helpless to do anything about the afore mentioned side affects. Love is not difficult to understand at all. Quite simply, allow me to conclude that Love is the one thing that you can never get enough of, yet at the same time makes you feel like you have more than enough. Love is not a passing phase. It is not the act of mad passionate moments that seem to take your breathe away. Love is not an excuse, it is not an entity, love is perhaps the one thing that you can feel without touching it.
In essence, love transcends time, wrongs, hurts, pain, and even abuse although this would be one sided love. What makes a man cling to a woman? What makes a woman adore a man and long for his presence constantly? What makes distance irrelevant to a hearts desire? I am a firm believer that once you love, you always love. It never goes away, for if it did, it most likely wasn't love at all.
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Do you believe in true love?
I mean real true love. You know the kind you read about in romance novels, the kind you see in the movies?
I am talking about the kind of love that transcends all time and space. The kind of love that makes your heart skip a beat at the mere thought of the person who owns your heart. The kind of love that makes it difficult to breath, makes you weak in the knees, makes your thoughts race a million miles an hour. The kind of love that is rooted so deeply within you that it makes you laugh and cry at the same time.
Do you believe in that kind of love?
Do you believe if lost it can be found again? Do you believe one deserves the right to reclaim it after years of neglect?
This kind of love I am speaking of, is far deeper than a physical love. It lives, breaths and moves in the very soul of the individual who owns it.
It cries to be fed, nutured, expressed, shared, returned in equal form. It yearns to be multiplied. It is afraid of the dark for nothing grows in the dark.
This kind of love changes a person forever. This kind of love is not the kind that can be picked, chosen or denied. It demands its rightful place within the hearts of those it has landed.
When denied it grows, when neglected it grows, when left unfed it grows. One can pretend for a life time it has gone away or died. But when such a time arises that one is found face to face with it again it renders you completely helpless to do anything other than surrender to its awesome power. It will shake you to the very chore of your being. When you are faced with its intensity you will be helpless to resist. There will not be one fiber of your being that would be capable of ignoring it. You will be so drawn to it that you will actually feel physical pain when denied its beauty. All your waking and sleeping hours will be filled with thoughts of how you will return to its presence. You will accomplish nothing without thinking feeling and breathing its beauty.
You may run but never escape. You may reason with your thoughts but never your heart for your hert is no longer your own.
This kind of love I speak of is the highest form next to divine love from God.
This kind of love is a special gift of which not all humans recieve.
It is not a gift that can be bought or sold. When given and recieved it will never die nor fade into time. It lives and belongs with you for the rest of your days. It demands to be known, recognized, accepted, recieved, and returned. It continues to grow with every breath that is breathed in its presence, the funny thing is that two do not have to be in its presence at the same time in order to feed it, one can feed it from where he is and another can feed it from where she is and it will continue to grow. It will be fed and it will grow whether chosen or not because this kind of love is not chosen it is given by the one who created love in the first place. So, it lives and grows without reason or sense, until eternity. The human mind could never comprehend its mighty power.
It is rare, true, right and next to perfect.
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