If it's Love?

i don't know enough about anything to preach to anyone, i don't have enough life experience to make assumptions about love, about what it means and what it does to us. but i've caught on recently, to something. through a series of painful realizations, it's started to make an odd sort of sense. not real sense, but the crazy, uninhibited sort of sense that only love can make. i've realized that everything we make ourselves do, everything we put ourselves through, there's no reason for it. the things we say, the places we go to on dates, the pda, the hand holding, the little notes, we only do these things because that's all we know of love. that's what we've seen on television and read about in books. that's the kind of love that we've been taught, is real. but it's only action. and actions might speak louder than words, but feeling means more than action. it's like a twisted game of rock-paper-scissors.

Hentet fra innlegget "There are no rules" på bloggen "le love"

Jeg har begynt å fundere litt på dette fenomenet: "kjærlighet". Om alt dette vi gjør som kalles kjærlighet, egentlig bare er handlinger som blir gjort fordi vi vet at det er det man skal gjøre når man er forelsket, når man elsker noen. Kanskje vi til og med forelsker oss fordi vi gjør disse tingene og vet at de hører sammen med kjærligheten. Kanskje alt bare er oppspinn som er funnet opp av TV-selskaper for å tjene penger. Kanskje alt bare er, som det blir sakt i innlegget: et sykt spill av stein-saks-papir.

I say L,

                 I say L-O

                                      L-O-V

                                                        L-O-V-E! ♥

Hør denne sangen:  Train – If It's Love

(nå fikk jeg fri så det ble en brå stopp på innlegget, hehe)