Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast. It is not proud, it is not rude. It is not self seeking, it is not easily angered. It keeps no records of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. Love never fails.
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Love is friendship set on fire. Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired. Love is more than three words mumbled before bedtime. Love is sustained by action, a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other every day. To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven. Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence. Love doesn't make the world go round, love is what makes the ride worthwhile. Love should be experienced and not just felt. Love frees us of all the weight and pain of life.

Sad to say, I'm lost in love. I don't think I have felt nor experienced romantic love towards anyone before. Familial love, yes - family & besties, you know who you are, I love you all endlessly! But romance is just a whole different thing and although I'm pushing adulthood, I still think that I'm not ready for it yet. Real mature, huh!
Maybe it's cuz I'm afraid. Of what? Things! Stuff! Of getting hurt or hurting others. Infatuations! Or you know what they say, "grass is greener on the other side". What if one finds someone better? Six billion, six hundred and sixty-three million, three hundred and ninety-nine thousand, five hundred and fifty six people in the world (According to the US Census Bureau at 11:50PM on April 24, 2008) - give and take a few. How do you find that ONE person? THE ONE to call your partner. THE ONE to have and to hold. THE ONE to be joined in Holy Matrimony with. THE ONE to walk the road of life together with. THE ONE to spend the rest of your life with. WAHRAO!
To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down.
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I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss;
Four lips are the only things that touch;
Just find who you love through true love's kiss ...
If only it was that easy.
I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss;
Four lips are the only things that touch;
Just find who you love through true love's kiss ...
If only it was that easy.
Another thing I don't understand is the class, culture, nationality, racial, skin-color, and religious barriers. So what if a member of the royal family and a commoner are in love with each other? Or if a Westerner falls in love with an Asian? Or if a French loves a South Korean? Or if a white is devoted to a brown? Or if a Christian shares intimacy with a Buddhist? What right do we, the common society, have to criticize? Cupid's arrow has been struck, the couple has been blessed by Aphrodite, LOVE has found a way. Who are we to question their hard-earned and newfound passion for each other?



