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Nightsong · 02-02-2007, 01:32 AM

I actually wrote this some time ago.

What is love?

Love is not fireworks and campfires.
It’s not that first rush every time you see the girl at the video store you’re too scared to talk to.
Love may have something to do with those long nights wrapped in short arms on the backseat but odds are that has a lot more to do with lust.

No for me, a bitter middle aged, realist love is actually something deeper. It’s being woken up at two am by the snoring and not caring. It’s watching your favorite movie with someone who always falls asleep during the second act, and not minding.
It is the request for a drink when you just came back from the kitchen and they could have asked while you were there, but you go back anyway to get them one.

When you are younger, its hot passionate nights on your parents couch praying like hell it won’t end and that your parents won’t wake up. When you’re my age it’s cuddling together on the couch holding hands quietly praying like hell the kids don’t wake up.
Is it because love is so different as we get older? No. Our needs change, but at the same time there is still the exact same needs that were there when we were young. We want acceptance. We want someone who understands us. Love isn’t spending every waking moment together trying to be in each others skin. That gets old and worn in time. Love for me is even when you’re sitting in different room and you hear the small noises they make as they go about their routine, you think how much you love them. It’s a voice on the phone in the middle of the afternoon asking what you’re doing when they know damned well. Its arguing over what’s for dinner and when you finally decide it’s not what either of you wanted.

Its being there, not because you feel obligated to do all those little things that drive you mad, but to be there to do all those little things that drive you mad because you want to do them for that person.

Love no longer is fumbling in the dark for the things that make the baby, its fumbling in the dark for your glasses to go get the baby before it wakes you partner. It’s knowing every single irritating thing your partner does but missing it when they don’t do it.

The future is never what it looks like no matter how old you are. The future is in constant flux and usually has other plans than you do. That is why it’s nice to have love. It makes the surprises a little nicer to deal with.

02-02-2007, 01:32 AM	#27
Nightsong Wang Dude Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: South Carolina Posts: 177	I actually wrote this some time ago. What is love? Love is not fireworks and campfires. It’s not that first rush every time you see the girl at the video store you’re too scared to talk to. Love may have something to do with those long nights wrapped in short arms on the backseat but odds are that has a lot more to do with lust. No for me, a bitter middle aged, realist love is actually something deeper. It’s being woken up at two am by the snoring and not caring. It’s watching your favorite movie with someone who always falls asleep during the second act, and not minding. It is the request for a drink when you just came back from the kitchen and they could have asked while you were there, but you go back anyway to get them one. When you are younger, its hot passionate nights on your parents couch praying like hell it won’t end and that your parents won’t wake up. When you’re my age it’s cuddling together on the couch holding hands quietly praying like hell the kids don’t wake up. Is it because love is so different as we get older? No. Our needs change, but at the same time there is still the exact same needs that were there when we were young. We want acceptance. We want someone who understands us. Love isn’t spending every waking moment together trying to be in each others skin. That gets old and worn in time. Love for me is even when you’re sitting in different room and you hear the small noises they make as they go about their routine, you think how much you love them. It’s a voice on the phone in the middle of the afternoon asking what you’re doing when they know damned well. Its arguing over what’s for dinner and when you finally decide it’s not what either of you wanted. Its being there, not because you feel obligated to do all those little things that drive you mad, but to be there to do all those little things that drive you mad because you want to do them for that person. Love no longer is fumbling in the dark for the things that make the baby, its fumbling in the dark for your glasses to go get the baby before it wakes you partner. It’s knowing every single irritating thing your partner does but missing it when they don’t do it. The future is never what it looks like no matter how old you are. The future is in constant flux and usually has other plans than you do. That is why it’s nice to have love. It makes the surprises a little nicer to deal with.