Love is surprising

…and arbitrary and that’s why it’s so terrifyingly tenuous*

Love to me is a two way thing, there cannot be love with out love. If there is no love then there is no love. Its not something that can be measured in degrees.

Cynically, i look at people and think: are you settling, do you realise what love could be? But I don’t think i’m cold hearted, like the female orgasm, i honestly think it’s not just me, I think we all sitting here thinking is that really it? Is that really what love feels like?

I’m in awe of people who have found that mutual ideal. It’s rare and golden and it’s very hard to settle for anything else.

Maybe i’ve become jaded, too realistic, too fatalistic. Maybe I have a weird view of what love should be, but its my view. So when the tough little part of me, lets call it resilience, pops up and gives me a slap to say ‘remember what you believe’, i’m thankful for it. I’m thankful to think that maybe one day i will be sitting here writing a post with a stupefying grin on my face telling you all that i too know how it feels.

Until then i’m not going to sit and wallow in the misery that yet again i haven’t found love.

Kx

P.s am i a love cynic or right? What do you think?

*link here

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