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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[silversolitaire.livejournal.com]

I don't like faded "I love you's". They falsify everything I could possibly feel for someone new. It takes me a lot to say "I love you" and I want it to last. Realizing that it doesn't, scares me. I always grew to hate the people I used to love and no longer can. It's something that scares me about myself. I don't see the reason for that.

On the other hand, it's good to stop an "I love you" when it stops feeling real.

I never had you in mind when I wrote this. So don't get me wrong. If that works for you, that's nice. On the other hand, you can't make other people as happy as you are. It can have quite the opposite effect, actually. That just as a side note. But if this is your thing, it's just fine and I'd be the last person so judge you on that.

I just realized now that "I love you" doesn't really mean anything. I love a lot of people. But the real kind of love... is not expressed. At least for me. It's just there...

I hate things that don't last. And things that last forever. I hate them both... And I don't make sense, but it doesn't matter. I live with the knowledge that when I go from this world, most people won't even know how much I loved them. But it seems like the right thing.

[crotalus-atrox.livejournal.com]

I never had you in mind when I wrote this. So don't get me wrong.
::smile:: I would never presume you did. ::blush:: I don't think I'm that important as to warrant being singled out.

If that works for you, that's nice. On the other hand, you can't make other people as happy as you are. It can have quite the opposite effect, actually. That just as a side note.

I wish I could, at that, but that's the eternal idealist in me. I recognize I can't help everyone find their perfect match, much as I wish I could. I sincerely hope no one has been hurt by my openness :(, but if they have, well, I'm not a golden coin. :) I can't please everyone all the time, and I don't try to. I just try to remain true to myself. ^_^

But if this is your thing, it's just fine and I'd be the last person so judge you on that. Thank you! I do appreciate that, can you believe a lot of v. shallow people do? Ach, oh, well. :) I am glad you're not one of them.

Once more, I'd like to state how happy I am for you and your best. ^_^