Love. There is no one definition to explain such a short yet complex word. It’s definition according to me is having someone that’s happy when you’re happy, down when you’re down and who can make you feel special and significant when the rest of the world is treating you like a big stinking pile of s***. Unfortunately it’s the season that we’re in right now that gets me thinking of lots of people that must be alone right now. Maybe surrounded by tons of “friends” and “family” but certain people still end up feeling all alone in this time of the year maybe even more than at other times. It’s a time when everyone is giving gifts and wishing others well but how many of these tokens of love are honest and from the heart? It’s sad to say that I’ve met a very small number of people in my life who know and can express the true meaning of love. So many of my generation misconstrue sex for love, thinking that doing this act of passion with someone is the pure meaning of love. It so isn’t. If it’s done after you’ve actually fallen truly, madly, deeply in love with someone then yes it’s meaningful. But anyway, my point is love is a beautiful only if it’s a) true and meaningful and, b) reciprocated by the person you’re in love with. Otherwise in the words of Will Truman in “Will & Grace” – "Love is like a horse-drawn carriage ride. It seems romantic at first, but eventually you realise, you're cold and you're staring at an ass that craps right in front of you."
Peace out,
A xxx
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