some thoughts regarding "love"
the love i'm talking about here deals specifically with the man-woman love.
um... i often ask this guy friend this simple question:
what is love?
he's reply has always been the same:
"i don't know, i've never been in love.."
have i been in love?
i often thoughts so...
have i really loved someone?
no.
at least not anyone i've so far met
i've been in love with a image in my mind, all this time..
image of the "him"
and the problem is that i'm always trying
to apply this image to a person i barely know in real life
.......
i abused love, it has abused me
and i'm never gonna find "him"
but it doesn't matter, as long as "he" is in my mind
and i am in love with him..
the earth will still turn if there is no love for me
love is not my purpose to be alive
and i doubt it will be my reason to die
imagination is a beautiful thing..powerful thing
and i did mean it when i told him i loved him..
and i did mean it when i say i would love him forever
love dies, when i find out he is not the one i love
love kinda stinks
