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Musings on love.
23:32 Aug 18 2008
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"Did my heart love 'til now, forswear it's sight. I never saw true beauty 'til this night"



"If love be rough with you, be rough with love"



"Never before had I experienced a love so elemental"



"All you need is love"



So how much of love is in the sight? How much is based on the physicality. The finding someone who you can't take your eyes off of.



Someone who can effect you with the simplest glance. Who's every movement you memorize, from the way they can casually roll a cigarette without a single glance, as if their fingers have memorized their patterns from the years of practice. From the way their parting's not quite straight or their eyes are just that little bit lighter than normal. The little things that makes them them, makes them yours.



How much of love is the rough? The fighting? The snapping and arguing and the sadness and the overwhelming rushes that make it all worth it?



How much is borne from hatred into something equally, if not more intense? It can be easier to love someone you've already hated. You're already used to having overwhelmingly strong emotions towards them.



How much is simply elemental? Is simply knowing that the person you believe you love is yours, and you are theirs. The mutual selfishness of someone you know you can care for and they care for you. The ease in which you can slip into a familiar happy routine where your fingertips still buzz and the slightest touch.



And how much is need? That all-consuming fear of loneliness, of needing someone specific to play and the sandpit with so we don't have to ever be alone. The feeling that someone is just, there.



A lot of relationships seem to basically be glorified, exclusive, friendships. At least from my history. Someone's just been a bit closer to me than all the others, a bit more important, a bit special.



How does one cope when finding someone who's got another little spark there. Something that's not friendship, and not sex. Something that, given the chance, could consume. Appearing unexpectedly out of nowhere, that spark becomes everything you can think of.



"What is this thing called love?"