I have decided that my previous affection for that guy I was talking about is unfounded. I base this on an epiphany I had regarding love in general.
I believe that love is not necessarily a rabid passion for someone that conquers all things. It can be a very simple feeling. What I felt for this young man was incredible, but it was brief. Over time, I felt a rapid decline of my actual feelings for him. I think that, if it was real love, there would have been no decline. Furthermore, it probably would not have been so volatile... I think that I wanted to believe it was love of some sort, whether out of some desperate attempt at fighting my constant feeling of loneliness (that, too, is unfounded) or just to make myself feel "all growed up and stuff".
If it was love, I think that it would start as something really small. Maybe something of moderate size. And it would stay that way. For a while. In time, I would realize exactly how important that small relationship was, and, maybe then, find some sort of love for that person.
But in every friendship I've ever had, I've tried to rely on the notion of utter loyalty and "best friendhood" to establish some secure base of friendship in my life. Maybe if I just decided to let my friends establish their own connections with me, we could grow into some of the best friends there ever were...
As for him, I still haven't really gotten over it. Oh well. Fatal attraction.
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2 comments:
are we the same person?
You wish, love.
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