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2005-10-16 + 2:29 p.m. Who bought me jewelry and a scarf/wrap for my birthday(score!), and in response to a silly and badly spelled story about two saps on a motorcycle: This chain letter (I'm assuming that's where this comes from) is exactly the kind of conclusion reached by people who know nothing about love. The whole idea of dying for love has always rubbed me the wrong way. It comes from a place that's almost totally hormonal and probably a bit imbalanced, and 9 times out of 10 it isn't really necessary (as in this example). Giving your life so that someone else can live is noble, don't get me wrong, but it isn't necessarily love. Dying for love is easy. But making it work for the long haul - doing all the day to day, seemingly unimportant stuff, building a life together - that's love. Seeing all the flaws and imperfections in a person and loving them more for it, because those flaws and imperfections are a part of this person - that's love. Living every moment together to the fullest not out of fear that it may be your last, but because it's the only thing that occurs to you - that's love. It's hard sometimes, it hurts sometimes, and it breaks sometimes. But it's real. And if you use it everyday, take care of it, water it frequently, and remember not to feed it after midnight, it can last forever. Awwww! |