The new forums will be named Coin Return (based on the most recent vote)! You can check on the status and timeline of the transition to the new forums here.
The Guiding Principles and New Rules document is now in effect.
What is love? [RESOLVED]
ImperatorXXV
Registered User regular
Registered User regular
I hope this thread is an ok thing...
Love is a thing. This thing comes in so many shapes, forms, and sizes that it's baffling. Love of a person, love of a thing, love of something. This word is used in all walks of life by people to describe anything from their favorite food to a hobby that they can do for the rest of their life. But I'm here in the hopes to talk about another love. A love of rarer variety. A love of almost mythical status. Love the conqueror, Love the heartbreaker, Love the unbreakable unity, Love the poison of the soul... But most importantly Love as the great angel. Love as that feeling you get when you see that person and you don't have to try, it just happens. When simply being with that person has made your day better. Love is when you're at work and you go on lunch and you call that person with absolutely nothing to say, you just want to hear that voice. Or when you wake up next to that person and find it difficult to get up out of bed because everything is just perfect lying next to them. Love where when you sit down on the toilet to get business done your first instinct is to take out your phone and send a text to that person to pass the time. Maybe that one is just me. Or Love when you're with that person and nothing needs to be said and the silence between you speaks a thousand words and you just enjoy the mere presence of one another.
It is really amazing. Awesome even. Another word come to mind with the same root as awesome.
Awful.
People are people. We fuck up. I fuck up and I'm sure everyone here has fucked up one way or another. But when you fuck up love, it hurts. It hurts bad. Every cell in your body screams and it cripples you to the point of just wanting to lay in bed and hope the world swallows you. It's incredibly hard to see people go through this and even more terrible to endure yourself. It would take a better man then I to put it into words.
Would it be cool if we talked about love and all its incarnations here? This community in general has a great capacity for welcome conversation and acceptance I feel like this would go down just fine. I myself have experienced Love and its potentially dire consequences for the first time and would like a place to sort of share my thoughts and feelings. I don't have too many friends and none that I would really share this with, the anonymity of the internet combined with the good nature of this forum just seems like an appealing place for me to share.
So lets talk about love, your loving success stories, and your history of swashbuckling romance and dashed dreams of happily forever after.
Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me... no more
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhrBDcQq2DM
It's nerve racking pressing this Post Thread button... here it goes.
Love is a thing. This thing comes in so many shapes, forms, and sizes that it's baffling. Love of a person, love of a thing, love of something. This word is used in all walks of life by people to describe anything from their favorite food to a hobby that they can do for the rest of their life. But I'm here in the hopes to talk about another love. A love of rarer variety. A love of almost mythical status. Love the conqueror, Love the heartbreaker, Love the unbreakable unity, Love the poison of the soul... But most importantly Love as the great angel. Love as that feeling you get when you see that person and you don't have to try, it just happens. When simply being with that person has made your day better. Love is when you're at work and you go on lunch and you call that person with absolutely nothing to say, you just want to hear that voice. Or when you wake up next to that person and find it difficult to get up out of bed because everything is just perfect lying next to them. Love where when you sit down on the toilet to get business done your first instinct is to take out your phone and send a text to that person to pass the time. Maybe that one is just me. Or Love when you're with that person and nothing needs to be said and the silence between you speaks a thousand words and you just enjoy the mere presence of one another.
It is really amazing. Awesome even. Another word come to mind with the same root as awesome.
Awful.
People are people. We fuck up. I fuck up and I'm sure everyone here has fucked up one way or another. But when you fuck up love, it hurts. It hurts bad. Every cell in your body screams and it cripples you to the point of just wanting to lay in bed and hope the world swallows you. It's incredibly hard to see people go through this and even more terrible to endure yourself. It would take a better man then I to put it into words.
Would it be cool if we talked about love and all its incarnations here? This community in general has a great capacity for welcome conversation and acceptance I feel like this would go down just fine. I myself have experienced Love and its potentially dire consequences for the first time and would like a place to sort of share my thoughts and feelings. I don't have too many friends and none that I would really share this with, the anonymity of the internet combined with the good nature of this forum just seems like an appealing place for me to share.
So lets talk about love, your loving success stories, and your history of swashbuckling romance and dashed dreams of happily forever after.
I never thought about love growing up. Sure I pondered the word "love" itself and saw so many people with their love and their loves come and go. It was something curious to watch from a distance. It was sometimes silly, sometimes charming, but never something that I felt in stupid awe to behold. My parents were in something, but not love. They were my parents and that's about all I could absorb as a kid. Family that loved me as their child, loved my sibling as their family, but love each other? I saw them hug when my pops came back from sea for months at a time. I saw a peck on the lips every now and then. I heard the words "I love you," but I never heard the heart behind those words. This was my exposure to love. This was my idea of what love was supposed to be. You were together from circumstance, not some unexplainable source.
My parents divorced when all the kids had moved out. Well let me correct that, my dad divorced my mother. This was something I had seen coming from the age of 16. I had known that what they were doing couldn't be the same love that so many of my friends parents had. My parents slept in separate rooms and never really seemed to have a passion for each other. Maybe this influenced my youth. I did date girls and such but I never developed a relationship outside of a fling nor was I interested in it.
Until I met her.
At first we met from afar. We perhaps barely even noticed each other. I knew who she was and she knew who I was by name and face only. This went on for perhaps a few years while we grew up. She started to date a friend of mine while I was around the age of 18 I believe. She started to hang out with my circle of friends around this time. Now this group of people were interesting to say the least, typical high school kids interested in getting a drink and smoking weed to distract themselves from reality. I really don't know why these were the people I associated with since we had very little to nothing in common.
Just like her.
She was dating a guy she had nothing in common with. They would all get into their shenanigans and it would be me and her on the sidelines. It started with harmful conversations and poking fun at the others. We found an amazing friendship forming between us. We had our own little circle outside of everything else occurring around us. This turned into slightly more friendly interaction, perhaps even flirty in nature. When we locked eyes you could feel something, but we couldn't open acknowledge. Not even to each other. It was this little secret world we had, not even sure if the other person felt the same. Then we became bolder. We occasionally hung out with each other outside of the circles normal gatherings. Nothing promiscuous, nothing overly flirtatious, and nothing scandalous. Just two best friends who had no need to put effort into enjoying the others company. We would talk for hours and laugh the most honest and pure laughter I can ever remember my life having.This escalated to the point where others started to notice. But we never acknowledged it between each other.
"It's so funny how other people think we're dating right?"
"We're just really good friends is all."
"My boyfriend is complaining about us again, how silly of him right?"
But I knew I loved her. No, I ached for her. When I was close to her I had to hold back embracing her with my every being. When we walked in the park I had to force my hand from going to hers and grasping and screaming "I love you! Have me!" Because I knew she didn't feel the same. I knew that we were friends and I shouldn't, and couldn't, change that.
But she felt the same way.
There came a day when we were together in my house. I remember it vividly. It was the most flirtatious out interaction had ever gotten. Joking turned into poking, playful poking turned into harmless pillow fighting.There was a potted plant next to us with dry leaves, I had picked some leaves during our pillow fight and placed it in my pocket. When the moment came I disarmed her of her weapon and sprinkled the leaves over her face, "Pocket sand!"
We were very close.
Too close.
And the single most wonderful moment of my life happened.
We embraced and kissed.
This moment of warmth is so indescribable. There are no words. Everything outside of us just ceased to exist. I had come to know a singular pleasure with no equal. This moment would begin our amazing years together. Our life as a perfect unity, a happiness with boundless endless potential. Bliss. We endured hardships together and it was us versus the world. Nothing could stop us. It was us. Us. So perfect. She was my sun goddess.
But people fuck up. I fuck up. Corruption came from the inside.
Remember how I mentioned my parents? Remember how I mentioned I never did relationships? I was new to this experience and this sensation. Something happened. Something occurred where I became... sick. Mentally ill. I wish I could tell you what ruined me, what caused a good man and a good person to do something so disgusting and so vile and so opposite to this love that is true! My love for her was and still is infallible.
But I fucked up.
I hurt her.
I hurt myself.
I hurt us.
I felt like I was left with nothing. I became so numb and blamed everything but myself. It was only recently that I realized the atrocity I had committed and the terrible repercussions. Now every day is spent day dreaming of her and seeing her face in the rays of the San Diego sun. I dream of her at night and wake to see that she is not in bed with me and yes it was only a dream you damn fool. Sometimes I still hear her and when I drive by our old apartment I am flooded with memories and force myself to hold back tears. Everyday is a battle to not call her, to not leave voice messages saying "please just talk to me." My entire reserve of willpower is exhausted daily just maintaining composure because I am destroyed from the inside. I hurt her so bad. I have no right to have sympathy for myself. She has all the right in the world to hate me. I wonder if she does....
We have talked recent. Even hung out briefly. And these moments are gloriously incandescent.
I am on a mission of redemption. I hope to show her that when I say and when I said "I love you, you will be forever mine," I meant it! I meant it and always will! I just need you to know that above all else. And those few brief moments where you give me the time of day... those are what keep me going. Your voice is so wonderful to hear and your face so much more incredible to behold. I hope I did not hurt you past healing... You needed someone. That someone was me and I couldn't handle the responsibility.
But here I am, arms wide open, surrendering to your side. Shivering naked.
I wish I couldn't learned these lessons without hurting you. I wish I could have known what love was. I have found out through these trials and I've discovered the wonderful, amazing, terrible truth.
I only hope to love you.
And perhaps, maybe, be loved back.
My parents divorced when all the kids had moved out. Well let me correct that, my dad divorced my mother. This was something I had seen coming from the age of 16. I had known that what they were doing couldn't be the same love that so many of my friends parents had. My parents slept in separate rooms and never really seemed to have a passion for each other. Maybe this influenced my youth. I did date girls and such but I never developed a relationship outside of a fling nor was I interested in it.
Until I met her.
At first we met from afar. We perhaps barely even noticed each other. I knew who she was and she knew who I was by name and face only. This went on for perhaps a few years while we grew up. She started to date a friend of mine while I was around the age of 18 I believe. She started to hang out with my circle of friends around this time. Now this group of people were interesting to say the least, typical high school kids interested in getting a drink and smoking weed to distract themselves from reality. I really don't know why these were the people I associated with since we had very little to nothing in common.
Just like her.
She was dating a guy she had nothing in common with. They would all get into their shenanigans and it would be me and her on the sidelines. It started with harmful conversations and poking fun at the others. We found an amazing friendship forming between us. We had our own little circle outside of everything else occurring around us. This turned into slightly more friendly interaction, perhaps even flirty in nature. When we locked eyes you could feel something, but we couldn't open acknowledge. Not even to each other. It was this little secret world we had, not even sure if the other person felt the same. Then we became bolder. We occasionally hung out with each other outside of the circles normal gatherings. Nothing promiscuous, nothing overly flirtatious, and nothing scandalous. Just two best friends who had no need to put effort into enjoying the others company. We would talk for hours and laugh the most honest and pure laughter I can ever remember my life having.This escalated to the point where others started to notice. But we never acknowledged it between each other.
"It's so funny how other people think we're dating right?"
"We're just really good friends is all."
"My boyfriend is complaining about us again, how silly of him right?"
But I knew I loved her. No, I ached for her. When I was close to her I had to hold back embracing her with my every being. When we walked in the park I had to force my hand from going to hers and grasping and screaming "I love you! Have me!" Because I knew she didn't feel the same. I knew that we were friends and I shouldn't, and couldn't, change that.
But she felt the same way.
There came a day when we were together in my house. I remember it vividly. It was the most flirtatious out interaction had ever gotten. Joking turned into poking, playful poking turned into harmless pillow fighting.There was a potted plant next to us with dry leaves, I had picked some leaves during our pillow fight and placed it in my pocket. When the moment came I disarmed her of her weapon and sprinkled the leaves over her face, "Pocket sand!"
We were very close.
Too close.
And the single most wonderful moment of my life happened.
We embraced and kissed.
This moment of warmth is so indescribable. There are no words. Everything outside of us just ceased to exist. I had come to know a singular pleasure with no equal. This moment would begin our amazing years together. Our life as a perfect unity, a happiness with boundless endless potential. Bliss. We endured hardships together and it was us versus the world. Nothing could stop us. It was us. Us. So perfect. She was my sun goddess.
But people fuck up. I fuck up. Corruption came from the inside.
Remember how I mentioned my parents? Remember how I mentioned I never did relationships? I was new to this experience and this sensation. Something happened. Something occurred where I became... sick. Mentally ill. I wish I could tell you what ruined me, what caused a good man and a good person to do something so disgusting and so vile and so opposite to this love that is true! My love for her was and still is infallible.
But I fucked up.
I hurt her.
I hurt myself.
I hurt us.
I felt like I was left with nothing. I became so numb and blamed everything but myself. It was only recently that I realized the atrocity I had committed and the terrible repercussions. Now every day is spent day dreaming of her and seeing her face in the rays of the San Diego sun. I dream of her at night and wake to see that she is not in bed with me and yes it was only a dream you damn fool. Sometimes I still hear her and when I drive by our old apartment I am flooded with memories and force myself to hold back tears. Everyday is a battle to not call her, to not leave voice messages saying "please just talk to me." My entire reserve of willpower is exhausted daily just maintaining composure because I am destroyed from the inside. I hurt her so bad. I have no right to have sympathy for myself. She has all the right in the world to hate me. I wonder if she does....
We have talked recent. Even hung out briefly. And these moments are gloriously incandescent.
I am on a mission of redemption. I hope to show her that when I say and when I said "I love you, you will be forever mine," I meant it! I meant it and always will! I just need you to know that above all else. And those few brief moments where you give me the time of day... those are what keep me going. Your voice is so wonderful to hear and your face so much more incredible to behold. I hope I did not hurt you past healing... You needed someone. That someone was me and I couldn't handle the responsibility.
But here I am, arms wide open, surrendering to your side. Shivering naked.
I wish I couldn't learned these lessons without hurting you. I wish I could have known what love was. I have found out through these trials and I've discovered the wonderful, amazing, terrible truth.
I only hope to love you.
And perhaps, maybe, be loved back.
Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me... no more
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhrBDcQq2DMIt's nerve racking pressing this Post Thread button... here it goes.
Rankenphile on
0
This discussion has been closed.
Posts
I guess.
Unless they feature the hit song by Haddaway playing over the PA system while they're taking down a kaiju and I just missed it
I love this character.
HK-47 is awesome.
Love is awesome.
Love lifts us up where we belong
All you need is love!
I got started in the hopes of hearing other people man. If you got the time I got the ears.
Don't start that again!
MELLON COLLIE YOU POSER
I go find a high school and some menthol cigs where we can hang out and talk after
ALL YOU NEED IS LOOOOOOOOOVE
A girl has got to eat!
My ex girlfriend didn't think that was a pain. In fact, she rather enjoyed it.
Haha, fuck me.
ALL YOU NEED IS LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE
sex is really cool
Prove it
No, love hurts
Or she'll end up on the street!
I wanna know what love is
I want you to shoooow meeeeeee
I did sex once
That raises a good question:
Would love sucking someones dick be the purest form of love?