This one gets me every tiem
If its different that’s normal. If you’re a mother you know the difference, and it’s powerful.
I remember seeing the Princess Bride for the first time as a private screening for a college visitation trip I took. It was a good movie for a bunch of loud unruly high school grads.
You’ve got a point. My mother was an abusive witch.
Maybe real love comes down to unconditional love.
My condolences.
Even unconditional love is a choice to some extent, in my opinion at least. I love my pets, but I had to make the choice to commit to getting a pet in the first place.
I loved Donna* in high school, but it was not a choice, it was not returned and it was not appreciated.
*name changed to protect the innocent
Then it wasn’t love. It was passion, infatuation, or obsession. If she did not choose to love you, it wasn’t love.
Love is something between two or more individuals whether its partners, family, pets, etc…
"Love is fire that burns without seeing
Love is fire that burns without being seen;
It’s a wound that hurts and doesn’t feel;
It is discontented contentment;
It’s pain that freaks out without hurting;
It is a not wanting more than wanting well;
It is lonely to walk among us;
It is never to be content with content;
It is caring that one gains in losing oneself;
It’s wanting to be trapped by will;
It is to serve the one who wins, the winner;
Have someone kill us, loyalty.
But how can cause your favor
In human hearts friendship,
If so contrary to itself is the same love?"
From a portuguese poet, translated.
It was… i even wrote it in my notebook.
I had a unrequited love in college. I used to write poems and stories and she was my muse.
I put her on a pedestal and everyday I thought about her and every song I listen to remind me of her. I look back on it and I just feel so stupid for how irrational it was.
I am hundreds of times more mature now than when I was 15. But there’s a part of me that can remember those days and I think to myself what a wonderful World it was
You one of them thar geniuseses?
The thing is, and I realize we’re talking opinions, I didn’t exactly choose. Just sorta happened thing in my marriage. We planned “someday”, but that was all. My sis debates with me all the time that one can’t love anyone without conditions met, including her children (a lot like my mother) - idk, I doubt I could help it if I tried. Also, what others call love sometimes is so disgustingly wrong to me.
It’s different for everyone … so this thread is just busy work (bait, see if he/she can start an argument?) Who knows. Ask the philosophers through the eons. Not one of us is going to answer the same.
Kinda stalkerish isn’t it?