What is love? There's a difference
between
love, and
in love. I love my family. I love my cat. I
love my friends. That doesn't mean I'm
in love with them. So,
to be
in love... how do you define it? We know what love is-
the border between love and
in love is fairly clear. To love is
to
care for deeply, to be
in love is... well, how
do we
define this? To be
infatuated with someone? -No. Perhaps to risk
your life for them. -No, because there are people who I just
love that I'd do that for. How about....
to care more about
someone than you care about yourself, or anything else. (?) Not
just physically, but emotionally and mentally. You'd let them go if
you had to, if it was what they needed to be happy. (*sigh*)
Now, another thought- where do you draw the line between being
infatuated and being in love? Infatuation can
feel like love,
but it's far from it. But on the flip side of that, love is often
accompanied by infatuation. (It's not always a bad thing-- so long as
you're not
blind to what's important.) Is infatuation a bad thing? It
can be, quite often. It's good in that it gives you that feeling of
being in love. Whether they admit it or not, everyone likes
that feeling. What people dislike (or are afraid of) about love is the
idea that the feeling will go away, or be taken away- that it will end.
(If you've ever been
totally and completely in love with someone, then
you probably know what it's like to harbor the thought of it someday
being taken away. It's almost like you're
afraid to be happy and stay
in love, because you feel that you should prepare yourself for the day
it will all be gone. And then... when that happens (often of a result
of the afore stated doubt), it hurts more than you can ever imagine.)
So, it's normal to press yourself away from love. Isn't it? It's
normal to want to seclude yourself, and avoid ever being placed in such
a situation a second (or third) time. With each
strike, it becomes
harder and harder to recover. OR, if you condition yourself each time,
to be less and less involved/absorbed in each relationship, it may
become easier with every turn. The only catch with that is that-
you're not in love. What good is a relationship if it's
meaningless? If it only exists as a therapy to your past
failures?
-So you can say that you're with someone, a nice someone who you care
about, and with whom you have a relationship that works. That's not to
say that you don't love the person, or that it's completely meaningless
(contrary to the statement three lines earlier). This just means that
the relationship isn't all it could be (if it's indeed capable of being
more- which isn't always the case)-- and a relationship like that may
very well be pointless.
So, a thought to tack onto this- what if
you pursue something
real (whether it be in that pointless
relationship or with someone else)-- what if you pursue this
deep,
caring,
infatuation of a
relationship, the kind that makes you
infinitely happy and terribly
fearful... and then, you end up
losing
it, being hurt? What a terrible mistake you've made! Or is it?
Is it
truly better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all?
What if you've already gone through that path once? Should you go
through it all over again? Are you setting yourself up for
heartache?
Or...
does your heart ache the entire time that
you're resisting it?