'Falling in love is a process of developing attachment, which happens when oxytocin floods the brain.'
C has a necklace that has 'love' in script in silver. When ever anyone notices, people always remark something along the lines of, 'Are you looking for love?' or 'In love with yourself?' ::all very clever:: Her answer is always the same and at any given tender moment you can always count on her to quote,
'I love...love.'
The first time I heard her say this I had to stop and think about what it meant? You love people in love? Being in love? Loving someone? 'All of it' she tells me. With a roll of the eye, and a half smile I waive her off as delirious. To love, love? Silly. But the more I think about it, I can see why she would be inclined to feel this way. When you have balls enough to admit that you're in love...well that's a great feeling. To love the attention, passion, lust, friendship, and companionship that comes with love. There are other who like the chase, the game, the dance of liking someone and turning it into something so much more.
New Love. That is what I love, new love...falling in love. Scratch that I would say I'm addicted to it. Meeting someone new learning new things, getting those feelings that you might be familiar with or might not. The excitement of finding out someone is thinking about you as much as you think about them. Finding someone wants you sooo bad, the kind of want you only have when it's new because you've never had it before. Making your way through all the emotions that come with two people, two separate people trying to see if they are a match. Maybe not even a life match but a match for the moment. Isn't the saying life is made of many moments?
When asking friends if they have ever been in love I get a surprisingly high response of, 'I said I loved the person, but looking back now it probably was not love.' Discount the love you once had? Why? I would happily admit to anyone that I've been in love multiple times, and if you don't think it was love than how will you know if it happens again. I believe that you can love differently, and that as you grow older you emotions mature, but a once love should always stay a part of your love history.
A feeling of sadness comes at the thought, some people feel they compromise themselves when they admit love. They have come to the point that saying 'I love you' makes them feel like it takes away from the person you've worked so hard to create along the way. But even if a love ends terribly it helped shape the person you came out to be, and the way you love the next person.
Another thing most I talked to had in common was getting to the point of 'there is no one for me'. Which could be compared to eating your last Sour Patch Kid with out knowing, you reach for another and all you get it sour powder. Luckily for us, when you reach a few more time in the powder you find one hiding. Which brings me to all those who say there is only one love per person per lifetime, how can this be? Last time I checked 'Free Samples' were free and conveniently so is love ::for most...well that's not really love is it:: So please resist from discounting my multi-love life and I won't comment on the marriage you've somehow trapped yourself in.
Back to everyone being an Addict, meant in the most none drug-related way. I've found that we're all Addicts to different degrees, the constant of marriage, the attention of infatuation, the butterflies of unknown. I unwrap a gift the giver explains 'It just looked like you.' A thick Black bangle with the word 'love' in White script all around it.
With gratitude and amusement I comment back, I agree, especially since I love, falling in love.
-n
C has a necklace that has 'love' in script in silver. When ever anyone notices, people always remark something along the lines of, 'Are you looking for love?' or 'In love with yourself?' ::all very clever:: Her answer is always the same and at any given tender moment you can always count on her to quote,
'I love...love.'
The first time I heard her say this I had to stop and think about what it meant? You love people in love? Being in love? Loving someone? 'All of it' she tells me. With a roll of the eye, and a half smile I waive her off as delirious. To love, love? Silly. But the more I think about it, I can see why she would be inclined to feel this way. When you have balls enough to admit that you're in love...well that's a great feeling. To love the attention, passion, lust, friendship, and companionship that comes with love. There are other who like the chase, the game, the dance of liking someone and turning it into something so much more.
New Love. That is what I love, new love...falling in love. Scratch that I would say I'm addicted to it. Meeting someone new learning new things, getting those feelings that you might be familiar with or might not. The excitement of finding out someone is thinking about you as much as you think about them. Finding someone wants you sooo bad, the kind of want you only have when it's new because you've never had it before. Making your way through all the emotions that come with two people, two separate people trying to see if they are a match. Maybe not even a life match but a match for the moment. Isn't the saying life is made of many moments?
When asking friends if they have ever been in love I get a surprisingly high response of, 'I said I loved the person, but looking back now it probably was not love.' Discount the love you once had? Why? I would happily admit to anyone that I've been in love multiple times, and if you don't think it was love than how will you know if it happens again. I believe that you can love differently, and that as you grow older you emotions mature, but a once love should always stay a part of your love history.
A feeling of sadness comes at the thought, some people feel they compromise themselves when they admit love. They have come to the point that saying 'I love you' makes them feel like it takes away from the person you've worked so hard to create along the way. But even if a love ends terribly it helped shape the person you came out to be, and the way you love the next person.
Another thing most I talked to had in common was getting to the point of 'there is no one for me'. Which could be compared to eating your last Sour Patch Kid with out knowing, you reach for another and all you get it sour powder. Luckily for us, when you reach a few more time in the powder you find one hiding. Which brings me to all those who say there is only one love per person per lifetime, how can this be? Last time I checked 'Free Samples' were free and conveniently so is love ::for most...well that's not really love is it:: So please resist from discounting my multi-love life and I won't comment on the marriage you've somehow trapped yourself in.
Back to everyone being an Addict, meant in the most none drug-related way. I've found that we're all Addicts to different degrees, the constant of marriage, the attention of infatuation, the butterflies of unknown. I unwrap a gift the giver explains 'It just looked like you.' A thick Black bangle with the word 'love' in White script all around it.
With gratitude and amusement I comment back, I agree, especially since I love, falling in love.
-n
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