Sometimes he smiles and says "Ilike you". Softly and sweetly like he really does. And I quietly wonder how we ended up living in a world where we must tone down something as beautiful as love. Why we must find a gentler way to feel, perhaps a less offensive emotion…as though liking were only a euphemism for loving. Why do we need a euphemism for love? Will we teach our children to love, but only mildy? To care, but just a little bit? When did we stop embracing with careless abandon, when did we cease to love completely?
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I fucking hate that "like" euphemism. I have been said to explode like a bomb on hearing. We love, okay? Like is for designs.
I guess we ceased to love completely wen we got our hearts broken or played with multiple tyms.....
Am beginning to love again with abandon watever happens happens...
It's the once beaten twice shy syndrome. That's probably why the kingdom of heaven is for the childlike at heart - they run back to you even after you scold them.
But to love with abandon is the way to live.
...when life happened...but u, open up your comments.
Sad but true....this here is beautifully written
we stopped loving with abandon when those we loved continually, continually hurt us..and we colied back into ourshell of reservadness to keep from being taken for granted and abused...we stopped casting pearls to swine.we got scared of loving the way we should...abundantly
A post in your comments box from former Iwaya...
I'm afraid of the things I think you'll want. I know they are within bounds for you, but for me, they are new and made real by your mere asking for them.
They are things I have never thought about having, I have never imagined I would need and I would never have given them a thought if I had not met you. But i'm not complaining or saying you ask too much. You already have this thing that beats inside of my chest and I never thought anyone would want it. Silly, you say, what's there not to love?
Well now I could tell you a lot, I used to begin, before I learned that your rising eyebrow was a loving warning, don't be so down, who wants down? Enjoy!
Is this your message? I look for signs in everything. I stop and read wall scrawls, graffiti. I pause at long defunct blogs, trying to decipher in hazy Nokia camera phone photos, what was this blogger trying to say? Damn, you have seen me have intense staring matches with the cat, you think I love cats, I believe everything is alive and trying to communicate. You call that too silly, well maybe it is. You know I asked the bar maid that Saturday not to throw away the glass you had broken with your friends, even as I paid for it. It sits on a window sill, in my study, and its crippled fall, there is a way the rays of evening sun fall on it that makes me think of magnum and you.
Oh dear, you are alive in everything but you are the center of it all, don't you know. Hole in the head was a song I loved, made you memoralize the playlist sequence of a CD I specifically made for you to play in your car that was supposed to be your get to work music. You know that line in the Snow Patrol song Run where he sings 'Dear' how I hated the word before you called me that. Trite, cliches, I love them all now, because of you. Everything is alive because of you.
I know we'll make anywhere....
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