Don't you ever say I just walked away,
I will always want you.
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We are first attracted to what we see, then we get used to their habits, overlook their flaws,
spend time together and get too attached to each other.
Is that love?
Or is it pure company we crave? The attention, the physical needs and emotional comfort we undeniably seek. We think we know what it is because we can't live without a certain someone, we think we know what it is because we are there for them unconditionally. But is that really it? Harassed by horrid thoughts, I began questioning the difference between Duty and Love. Parents love us because we're their children, they shelter us from harm yes, but is that not their duty too? Boyfriends love their girlfriends and thus shower them with gifts and care, is that not what a boyfriend is supposed to do?
"I love you that's why I'm doing this for you" vs "I'm doing this for you because I love you"
Loving someone is akin to fulfilling ones' duties to another, no? I wish I knew the real definition to love, of which no one has accurately interpreted to date. I think I've experienced love and I was happy, but what do I know?
My definition of love sprouts from the destructive element of it. You know you're in love when you become a wreck because of it.
Love is destructive; Love destroys.
As controversial Terry Richardson's latest work is, the vile portrayal of Miley smooching a sledge hammer which caused a ruckus online, I actually feel her. Embracing the catalyst of destruction, the refusal to let go of what's causing the hurt, the reluctance to leave a devastated situation in hopes of salvation, that's love.
But I've been exposed to the reality of involuntary separation, and being the skeptic I am, I stopped trying, gave up and ceased belief in love and forever.
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We are first attracted to what we see, then we get used to their habits, overlook their flaws,
spend time together and get too attached to each other.
Is that love?
Or is it pure company we crave? The attention, the physical needs and emotional comfort we undeniably seek. We think we know what it is because we can't live without a certain someone, we think we know what it is because we are there for them unconditionally. But is that really it? Harassed by horrid thoughts, I began questioning the difference between Duty and Love. Parents love us because we're their children, they shelter us from harm yes, but is that not their duty too? Boyfriends love their girlfriends and thus shower them with gifts and care, is that not what a boyfriend is supposed to do?
"I love you that's why I'm doing this for you" vs "I'm doing this for you because I love you"
Loving someone is akin to fulfilling ones' duties to another, no? I wish I knew the real definition to love, of which no one has accurately interpreted to date. I think I've experienced love and I was happy, but what do I know?
My definition of love sprouts from the destructive element of it. You know you're in love when you become a wreck because of it.
Love is destructive; Love destroys.
As controversial Terry Richardson's latest work is, the vile portrayal of Miley smooching a sledge hammer which caused a ruckus online, I actually feel her. Embracing the catalyst of destruction, the refusal to let go of what's causing the hurt, the reluctance to leave a devastated situation in hopes of salvation, that's love.
But I've been exposed to the reality of involuntary separation, and being the skeptic I am, I stopped trying, gave up and ceased belief in love and forever.
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