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.

Comments

[silversolitaire.livejournal.com]

I know! *huggles* And that's nice to know, too. This was just a general notion. Like, my love isn't less meaningful just because I don't parade it.

Re:

[fleurrochard]

Of course it isn't less meaningful, I would have never thought so!
*eyes sentence suspiciously* I'm not so sure about the grammar here, but I think you know what I mean.
Anyway, sudden outburst of love and public displays of it are simply in my character - my family knows my sudden hug-attacks... ^_~