They say love is selfless; I don't believe that. I think that love can give
birth to something, and then turn its attention to something so distant
that it can walk away and never once regret it, because love is strongest
in the moment. I think that love is a magnet, that it gathers as many
things to it as possible, and only sometimes has its efforts reciprocated.
I think love is easily wounded, but if the lover's affection is balanced
with self-loathing, a person can go on for an entire lifetime making
excuses for every insult and every slap.
I think that love is vindictive if it's shallow; if slighted, it will do
anything in its power to bring the other person's mind back to it. If love
is deep, I think that a person could drowned before they risked damaging
their lover. But even deep love can turn fickle, because love is never
steady, just like nothing--not the tides, not the wind--in nature is steady.
[That said, he looks at her and shrugs a shoulder, accustomed to
people having tuned him out after the third or fourth sentence. When he
talks it's almost always so that he can hear himself--or so that he can
gauge how bad his hearing is at the moment.]
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Date: 2014-07-30 10:58 pm (UTC)They say love is selfless; I don't believe that. I think that love can give birth to something, and then turn its attention to something so distant that it can walk away and never once regret it, because love is strongest in the moment. I think that love is a magnet, that it gathers as many things to it as possible, and only sometimes has its efforts reciprocated. I think love is easily wounded, but if the lover's affection is balanced with self-loathing, a person can go on for an entire lifetime making excuses for every insult and every slap.
I think that love is vindictive if it's shallow; if slighted, it will do anything in its power to bring the other person's mind back to it. If love is deep, I think that a person could drowned before they risked damaging their lover. But even deep love can turn fickle, because love is never steady, just like nothing--not the tides, not the wind--in nature is steady.
[That said, he looks at her and shrugs a shoulder, accustomed to people having tuned him out after the third or fourth sentence. When he talks it's almost always so that he can hear himself--or so that he can gauge how bad his hearing is at the moment.]
What causes your love to change?