I disagree.Originally Posted by ScanMan
I know this is going to make me seem like my mind if really screwed up...but I can't help but be reminded of Michael Jackson.
Lust is like a fire with too much gas in it. It starts off hot, then dies. Love is like a Blacksmith's fire, it starts off warm, but then builds up to a powerful heat that lasts and allows you to forge new things with it.
I recall my parents saying that when you meet the person you truely love, its like being a whole person for the first time of your life.
Have I expirienced it yet? Nope.
You need lust as well as the love, otherwise it's just like having another sister or something.
Incest is best, so put your sister to the test. :sick:
Why? Do you have children?
No, but I have experienced deep love for my wife and I don't appreciate the implication that it is mere infatuation.
I'm sure I could make a similarly contemptuous claim about your love for your children if I desired.
Are you in love?
Not right now.
Have you been in love?
Yes. I was in love with my ex-girlfriend when we dated.
What is love?
Love is like wow. Seriously, it's self-sacrifice. Love is putting someone ahead of yourself.
Does it exist?
Yes, but it is not permanent.
What is love worth?
I don't know. It doesn't have a value. Feeling loved is priceless. Loving someone else is free.
First a note to the cynics: I'm using the topic of this thread as a launch pad for my own personal sob story that I must express to someone in writing while my wound is fresh. Romantics, read on.
I have never been in love. All I know for sure about it is that I have not experienced it, and when I consider the subject, I often feel that I never will.
Now, that feeling is particularly acute because today I was dumped- blindsided and crushed- by the first person I've had truly strong feelings for in...well, a seriously long time. She has a brilliant mind and a beautiful body and by some miracle, she seemed to really be in to me.
I had one glorious week with her before I finally managed to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. 8 days ago was our first date (though we've known each other for several months now), and I'd have to say it was by far the most enjoyable evening I've ever spent with a woman- the perfect date. But I had committed a fatal error and now I know it was doomed from the outset.
We work together. The condition is temporary as I will be shifting back to my regular job in a couple months, but apparently even this was too much for her. After 3 more wonderful dates with various themes and activities (2 at her invitation), she decided she had become overwhelmed by our joint social and professional proximity and could no longer tolerate a relationship; and told me so the day after our last evening together.
I was taken completely by surprise and could do little but agree to her points, thank her for our time together and stupidly echo her desire for continued friendship. Having had some time to reflect, I've thought of a few other things I'd like to say to her, one of which being 'WTF?'. Still, I have to admit that sudden and painful though it was, she could have led me on a lot longer and done a lot more damage later down the road. Perhaps she was merciful.
There is still the glimmer of hope of every victim of heartache that we can rekindle what we lost in the future. As I've said, my work with her is done in two months and when I leave, she will lose her stated justification for our break-up. But I am skeptical in all things. Two months will be a long time to endure her presence without her affection. Feelings change and new reasons for not being together present themselves.
Meanwhile, on a timescale measured in years, my chances of meeting someone else of her calibre are remote, judging by my past record and future prospects.
Sorry to hear that, Moosh.
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