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. via 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. via 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 m...