Its hard to say you love someone, and its hard to say you don’t.
This is a line from a damn nice song called “Drivin with the brakes on” by Del Amitri. I was listening to it and these words kind of grabbed me. What exactly does it mean. I know, most of these lyric writers just need to rhyme. But I am sure there is some truth in it. So I started asking people who were online whether they have ever been in love. I got mixed reactions.
Some people thought I was high. Some volunteered information so matter of factly. And wanted to talk about the time when they were in love. Who she was. What she dis. How long they were together. Others kind of “errm”-ed and “ahhh”-ed their way out of the conversation.
Why is it so hard to tell someone you love them? Why are people so afraid? Whats is soo wrong is telling someone that they are loved? I have noticed that people who have been hurt in love tend to be the ones to say, nahh I never loved him anyway! It takes a strong minded person to admit that they did love the person who hurt them more than anything. Cause the easiest thing to do is just deny it.
How do we know when we are in love? It’s that butterfly thing and the constant thinking about the person thing… but that could quite easily be just infatuation. How long do we take to fall in love? A day, a year, after the first kiss? With all the casual dates that people have – where does love come in?
Have I been in love? Yes I think I have.
Have I been infatuated? Yes most definatly
Did I know the difference at that time? Not all the time.
I think too much.
Too many people have told me that- like it’s a bad thing. It’s only bad when it comsumes you. And you get lost in the web of your thoughts.
Maybe I should stop analysing all the time.
Stop thinking too much.
In conclusion, i quote, the greatest thing we’ll ever learn, is just to love and be loved in return.
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Why wait???
The fact is, while we are waiting and looking at out phone every 30 seconds, waiting for that elusive message, that special phone call…what’s happening on the other side?
Does the other person know we are waiting? And how? Or do they even care?
Are they deliberately delaying the communiqué that would elevate our senses, and basking in the glory of being wanted? Or are they totally oblivious to our state and just do it when they feel like?
Is it fun to make someone wait? Would it be prudent to call it sadistic?
So I move on from the problem to the solution.
Why wait?
Why give someone else the power to make us wait endlessly?
Why give someone else the power to walk in to open arms even if they are hours late?
Why give someone else the power to be the world of our thoughts?
Why wait?
Why not make that call you are waiting for?
Why not send that SMS you so desire to receive?
Why not just call them and let them know that they mean the world to us?
Why wait?
Why wait for age to catch up with us?
Why wait for time to say it’s too late?
Why wait for the waiter to say its closing time to end the solitary evening?
Why wait for anything?
Why wait?
Why put love before self respect?
Why put ego before love?
Why put the onus of making the first move on the other side?
Why put up with a broken heart?
Why try mending a broken heart?
Why not move on in life?
Why wait?
Why not get on with life, and let things happen when they have to happen?
Why not live one day at a time?
Why not let the phone ring and keep ringing, once a while so others also know how to wait?
Why wait?
When it is love that we are searching for and love is what makes the world go around,
why wait to love ourselves first?
Why wait?
Why? Why? Why?
psst: was too lazy to write a comment. so just 'maroed' copy paste from one of my previous blogs. see if it makes sense to you.
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