Sometimes...

[silversolitaire]

It saddens me when I see how quickly love can go. How I look at people now that I used to love and feel a deep friendship for just months ago and now I just feel nothing. I don't care what they do and I don't even feel much need to keep any contact. It's kinda strange. What is there left that's real and durable when you can tell "I love you" to someone and weeks later you don't even care whether they live or die? I think nothing means anything anymore. Every "I love you" I uttered was meant and honest, but I know that it can fade away just as quickly.

I guess the real kind of love is the one that grows on you, quietly, and you don't even notice at first. You just enjoy this person's company and suddenly realize that without them, it's all a little more grey and bleak. The real kind of love doesn't need wordy confessions and daily affirmation. It doesn't need to be cutesified and proudly displayed. It's just there and the knowledge of it makes you happy. And it makes you sad. And both is perfect.

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[nortylak.livejournal.com]

Every "I love you" I uttered was meant and honest.

I just want you to know that mine were as well. Every single one.

And you're so right about love. It doesn't need to be flaunted or painted in big bright letters across the sky for it to be real. It just is.

And while this might seem very inappropriate, I still love you, Silv. I care very much whether you live or die. You will always have a place in my heart.