Jan 20, 2021
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I hope that Billy and Tommy are two different actors and not just the one kid playing the two roles for the sake of them being identical
I love him. I love this man. No one knows me the way he knows me, no one loves me the way he loves me. There is other love out there for me. But it's different. It isn't this. It isn't this exact love. It's better and it's worse. But I guess that's sort of the point of love between two people– you can't re-create it. Every time you love, everyone you love, the love is different. You're different in it. Right now, I want nothing but to revel in this love.
Taylor Jenkins Reid, One True Loves
Different loves
My first love was lustful, all-encompassing. It filled my head with dreams and my heart with giddiness; I was blinded by a brilliant soul, and I’d never felt anything like the fireworks and butterflies that coursed through my guts when his light shined on me. The kisses made my head swim and I fell into a whirlwind of promises that obscured all flaws, from red flags to air raid sirens. I ignored them all; I was constantly in a cloudy state of esoteric adoration, breathing in the sickly sweet haze of obsession. I gave my all, tried my hardest to make my commitment and loyalty known, and showed my appreciation at every opportunity. And in return I received half-hearted proclamations of feeble dedication, excuses, and manipulation. When the storm clouds began to clear, my friends and family immediately jumped in and helped me sweep up the debris, unearthing the underlying toxicity of the relationship dynamic. Evil little creatures started spilling from the cracks in his facade; Arrogance, Entitlement, Self-Assuredness, Immaturity. The warmth turned to dread and the haze gave way to a crystal clear realization that half the time I just wasn’t happy. I lost myself in the flood, and put that love before everything else. I felt like I was constantly walking on eggshells and burying my feelings to make room for his ego. The night I left I didn’t sleep; I cried for hours and got so high that I could barely see. I felt sick, like the flu, and I had a migraine behind my eyes that turned my world black and white. I called him the next morning to wake him up for work just like I always had; his voice ripped a hole straight through me and I hung up quickly and clawed at my gut while I sobbed. But that didn’t last forever; the next day I was on Tinder trying to fill that fissure in my being. He’d taken up a bigger part of my heart than I did, but my therapist helped me find the pieces that I’d broken off and locked away to make room for him. I told her my biggest fear was that did never find that feeling again; that genuine connection, that spark - the star that blinded me for 8 long months and made me glad to relinquish my freedom and live in his captivity. She told me I was right; that I probably wouldn’t. Her was my first, no one else will ever have that title. I’ll never be able to experience it again - but that’s okay. Every love is different, every love language is arcane, and everyone’s is equally valuable. No love is better or worse than another, they’re simply different. When I accepted this, that’s when I found you. My first love was like cliff diving- exhilarating, terrifying, and an ending that was less than graceful and actually quite painful, yet I don’t regret it. It was an experience, something off my bucket list- something the Universe threw at me to not only test my mettle, but to show me what I can and cannot put up with; or, rather, what I should and should not put up with. Because of him, I refuse to settle for anyone that makes me feel anything less than divine - and with you, I am a goddess.
My second love is like home. Safe, secure, patient, warm, serene. It’s the scent of coconut and sunscreen mixing with a salty sea breeze; it lets me forget. It takes me to a better time when I had no responsibilities, no bills to pay, nobody to worry about, and someone to take care of me. I’ve placed my heart squarely in your hands - you clean the wounds and change its dressings regularly. And I’ve begun to heal. I’m myself again, but better, enhanced. You don’t complete me, you compliment me. I’m becoming the best version of myself that I can be and I’m doing it with you. Growing by your side is something I look forward to the most! Our roots and limbs have intertwined and they’ll only become more entangled the more we nurture each other - branches and leaves dancing around each other to the song that echos off the mountain side. The song that resonates from my heart when we touch, from my smile when you call me yours, and from my lips when you make me laugh so effortlessly. This is the type of feeling people write novels about; I could draw countless cliched comparisons and paint the page in idioms but none would suffice to make my thoughts clear. You’re perfect for me - our flaws and strengths compliment one another. Our souls are Daedalean puzzle pieces with labyrinthine edges and only Fate could have brought us together. You don’t encompass, overpower, or overthrow my senses, you heighten them. I experience everything more viscerally; music is richer, deeper, stories are more beautiful, and sunsets hold more meaning than they ever have before. You are my King and I am your Queen and together we will do many great and wonderful things. We’ll paint the skies with all the colors of our love, coat the streets in reds and pinks and smother the sand with cloudy blues. I see galaxies in your eyes and I want to join them, waltzing slowly among the star clusters and asteroids and dark matter of your heart. I’m not afraid - I was born for this. You’re my destiny. I’ve had years of training by now; I’m ready for you. Just trust me, darling, and I will dance us through the light and the dark alike. And if I get tired along the way, I know you’ll be right there to pick up the slack. If one of us starts to stray, the other will take the lead and keep us on track. Remember, relationships are always 100%. Some days it can be 50/50; others it may feel more like 80/20, but it’s always 100% love.
LOVE, CODED, DECODED AND CODED AGAIN!
LOVE, CODED, DECODED AND CODED AGAIN!
Love..seems everybody have their own definition for it. Everybody wants to love and get it back in return but the question still remains- what the hell it is?
It is a pleasant emotional feeling some say as it gives a high. Science research says that when you are in love a particular part of brain is activated giving a pleasant feeling. Same part is activated and gives pleasant feeling when you…
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I was your "future wife, the mother of your kids, the woman who would make dinner for you and the one who would get angry at you for staying out late and not listening" But You were my "everything, the one I would have died for, the one with eyes of all my favorite colours, the one that I loved more than any other being loved anyone every before" and I just don't think I'll ever get over that.
My king
The love I have for you is strong Adoring Protective Building And building Full Of heart and mind It overtakes me Fills my thoughts It is passionate It gives me a need To touch and be touched By your love When I’m overwhelmed It is your love That grounds me My best friend Your love that knows me best Keeps me content And happy
There are other loves
The love I have for him is soft Admiring Comfortable Learning Ever learning Of ourselves and eachother Feeling our way through Testing the boundaries of Whatever we are A few sips And suddenly we are drunk Pull after pull of Intoxicating love Entangled in dance Parting with a kiss Recork and shelve Till next time My friend
This last love A kinship. An understanding A partnership in pain This love it is good Maybe not whole But whole hearted And pure A lift you up love A take my hand, love A hold you through tears And wipe your eyes love An, I’ve never had that A maybe just once? A deep rooted love That is difficult to trust. It sweeps you Tries to keep you But at that level is hard Comfort is hard to find From a pedestal
You're making me happy.