I Believe in Old-Fashioned Love

I have been thinking.. for a while now about the thought that is about to unfold as you progress in this reading.

Come on and fall in love, play me

Love, overrated, I know, but I was thinking about it. And, in my mind, I was comparing a newly sprouted love seed to an aged, sturdy, if not dying, love tree. The first few months in a relationship is when our hormones are fiercely pumping in our entire body. Sort of like flirting. Exclusively. But, after a year, that very feeling slowly disintegrates. And being comfortable with each other comes in. Relationships are formed from flirtationships, I suppose.

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My words would be strawberry seeds compared to this tumblr piece's enormous watermelon. Hence, I would like to share the beauty of sincerity that these spilled ink can impart.

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Breathtakingly true. A bang in the face. Or a comforting idea that we secretly thank that we've read. Moreover, love of this honorable kind, is further described by one of the most amazing people that have come to touch the quills:

"And in fact, whatever people say, the state called “being in love” usually does not last. If the old fairy-tale ending “They lived happily ever after” is taken to mean “They felt for the next fifty years exactly as they felt the day before they were married,” then it says what probably was never was or ever could be true, and would be highly undesirable if it were. Who could bear to live in that excitement for even five years? What would become of your work, your appetite, your sleep, your friendships? But, of course, ceasing to be “in love” need not mean ceasing to love. Love in this second sense — love as distinct from “being in love” is not merely a feeling. It is a deep unity, maintained by the will and deliberately strengthened by habit; reinforced by (in Christian marriages) the grace which both parents ask, and receive, from God. They can have this love for each other even at those moments when they do not like each other; as you love yourself even when you do not like yourself. They can retain this love even when each would easily, if they allowed themselves, be “in love” with someone else. “Being in love” first moved them to promise fidelity: this quieter love enables them to keep the promise. It is on this love that the engine of marriage is run: being in love was the explosion that started it. " 

 -C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
spotted this on her blog

I've loved. In both ways. The second way, I've struggled with. I admit.

But, falling in and out of love. Abhorring and loving him too much. Wanting to drive him away and feeling the ache of longing for him. Cursing and kissing his lips.

Are possible to happen.

At the same time.

To one person.

Towards the same person.

One thing is for certain -- You keep running back, and he runs with you.