There are so many kinds of love, that noone can begin to describe them all. There is love that makes you soar on golden wings of happiness. There is love you cannot have that makes your heart sink like a stone in a lake. There is love that is neither bad nor good, but simply there.
Some love is never meant to be, but it makes you happy to have it there. The kind of love you share with that boy who walks your dog, when your hands touch over the leash. Then you exchange smiles, he walks your dog, and your moment is over.
There is a kind of love that you don't even know is there. That girl you constantly fight with in English 101. You have an attraction to her, she has an attraction to you. A part of you wants to reach across the desk covered in papers and hold her hand. A part of her wants to spit in your face because she won't admit she is in love with you.
Another type of love is that which drives people to killing themselves. It is a harsh love. A love that you cannot hold onto. It is a love for the boy you danced with last night in the ballroom. The one that you cannot get out of your mind. You will kill him tonight. You will stab a knife through his heart. Then you will do the same to yourself. You will be together at last, in Hell. A doomed love.
There is a more modern love. One where two people simply drive their children places, go to work at different times of day, alternating between working and keeping the babies company. And Stephanie, the teenager from Hell. But you love her because your husband gave her to you. You love her because your wife had her. You hardly speak to eachother, you don't touch anymore. But you carry on through these hectic lives because there is a hushed love between you.
Then there is a deep love. The love everyone strives for. There is the love where he turns to you and says, "Be with me until we're old and wrinkled and we can't walk anymore. Be with me until we die. Be with me wherever we go after our bodies lose life." This is the love you will share forever. You will never want to be with another human being. This person is your soul-mate and it is meant to be that way. You don't have children, you don't want them there to fight over. You will do nothing that draws you apart. You both work out of your home so you can hold hands and kiss between projects. You are in the deepest form of love life can put in front of you. You hold on for dear life. You hold on for dear love.
I love you, Danny. Be with me until we're old and wrinkled.... and so on and so forth.
Arrow-star · Thu May 25, 2006 @ 09:45pm · 2 Comments |