Ever been in love?
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Love? Pfft, that's for losers who are too embarassed to download porn.
Seriousely though: love? no. An extreme Fondness to someone? Sure, why not.
Seriousely though: love? no. An extreme Fondness to someone? Sure, why not.
Never confuse close friendship for love.RossyB said:
This makes me think of the tricky part.
You need to be friends to be in love, but falling in love with a friend can go so badly wrong.
I bet even Cupid can't explain that one.....
Nah, most certainly not. I mean, yeah, I am young, but I'm also cynical and unlikable.
I won't lie, I don't quite get love. I suppose I've had crushes and the like in the past, but that just comes with puberty, while my idiot friend and acquaintances are running around hooking up for about a week at a time and showering them with annoying "I love you"s over social networking sites the whole damn time.
Maybe I'm old fashioned, but aren't you only supposed to say "I love you" when you actually mean it?
Maybe I'm over reacting. Maybe they actually do love each other.(HAHAHAHA! Fat chance half the time.) Maybe they don't know what they're talking about, maybe I don't know.
*looks up* Hot damn, I over answered. Um... For now, let's just say no, seeing as I've been laying off girlfriends since 1994.
I won't lie, I don't quite get love. I suppose I've had crushes and the like in the past, but that just comes with puberty, while my idiot friend and acquaintances are running around hooking up for about a week at a time and showering them with annoying "I love you"s over social networking sites the whole damn time.
Maybe I'm old fashioned, but aren't you only supposed to say "I love you" when you actually mean it?
Maybe I'm over reacting. Maybe they actually do love each other.(HAHAHAHA! Fat chance half the time.) Maybe they don't know what they're talking about, maybe I don't know.
*looks up* Hot damn, I over answered. Um... For now, let's just say no, seeing as I've been laying off girlfriends since 1994.
supersixfour said:
yeah that about somes up what goes on me kind of annoying and one could never keep track of it all. ... jezus could u imagine....ArchBlade said:
17,engaged....Thought it failed but we both kept coming back to each other. She wore the ring all along..My friends hate her with good reason. I don't know what to do. I love her so much but I will lose most of my closest friends trust if I come out with the fact we've been speaking to each other. Love is fucking lame man.never do it, stay on the PC and eat all the KFC you want you'll be a lot happier that way.
No not yet. I may thought before but I'm sure I only thought that. I'm too young to know.
Will I ever find love? Hard to say. Maybe I will, but the real question is will someone love me? (man, sometimes I can be a total downer)
Will I ever find love? Hard to say. Maybe I will, but the real question is will someone love me? (man, sometimes I can be a total downer)
Yeah, been with my girlfriend for over a year now and it's all been smooth sailing. Being with her is probably what gets me through the day. We pretty much click on pretty much everything (ie music, movies, outlook, etc.) and even play video games together on a daily basis. She even beat RE5 with me, twice. If that's not love, then I don't know what is.
Yes, I have, Yes I still am, and Yes I have a story on why I am hopeless in this situation.
I've posted it up here before, so I'll paste it up here.
I posted this about 3 months ago, people responded saying I did the right thing, and I got one message in particular that I look at sometimes and try to remind myself I did the right thing, although sometimes I do think back.
She is currently going to the same college as I, but I haven't seen her, but I know she is going for Nursing. In some way, I want to see her again, but not say anything, because i wouldn't have anything to say.
But this is my proof that this is very much real, because I'm not smart enough to come up with this stupid of a sob story.
I've posted it up here before, so I'll paste it up here.
probably on the lines of the greatest thing is also the dumbest/most masochistic thing I've ever done, and I don't regret it.
That's the story. The complete truth.
I sometimes still wonder. Instead of being content, yet miserable, could i be miserable yet happy?
And I invite you to voice your input. If you think I did the wrong thing, call me a idiot for letting her slip away, god knows I sometimes do. If you think I did the right thing, tell me so I can be sure and be closer to letting this die.
4 years ago, back when i was a human rather then a "anti", as my friends have dubbed/nicknamed me,(due to my complete difference compared to a "normal" person, which has the attention span of child in a candy store, right across from a toy store.) boy met girl, and after a few words, fell in love with her. I tell you, i was not obsessed but i was miserable everyday until i saw her the final period of every day. We talked, cheated off each other, helped each other with they're problems, She called me a great friend.
By the end of the year, i was just 6 words away from what i can only imagine being sane & happy must be like/ "Maybe we can go out sometime?", but so many damn things stopped me. Health problems, missed days, fire drills, just plain stupid events even. At the final day of freshmen year, I had finally got her alone, away from the idiots, away from the teachers, away from everyone, The only time since the beginning of the year we've ever been able to talk face to face, without anyone in sight. As i was about to say it, Just as i was building enough courage to show my true face and nature, The bell rang and resets me. Instead of the 6 words i wanted to say i said another 6; "See you next year, bye )Name(".
I was mildly disgusted at myself, to be quite honest, i don't know what happened. I still don't know why i can't open my true self to people without hiding behind paper, ink and text; maybe that's why i like English classes, i don't know.
Well next year rolls by, I see her in the hall occasionally but the hustle & bustle of my high school never allowed us to talk. Exit sophomore year, enter junior.
We have Gym together. We walked along the gym, not really doing anything, my friend and her friend hitting it off great. "Just like old times" crossed so many times then, and now. The final day, again Exam Day, we just kick back and watch old sports bloopers in the wrestling room, it's dark, I'm sitting right next to her and my friend. We talk then she decides to nod off. I decide to talk to my friend, 20 minutes pass, and her head falls on my shoulder. I look at her, so peacefully in dreamland, and take a shocked look at my friend, i mouth to him for what i should do, This was the closest I've ever been to a woman that i liked and wasn't family let get to me. He shrugged his shoulders, being the usual likable, mute-bastard he is. So i decided to take a nap myself.
She woke up when the bell rang, took me longer. I not only never got to say the simple 6 words, but i was late for my next class. That's shitty luck!
Final year, S-Year, We had the same routine as sophomore year. It pissed me off, so damn badly. This school for those same 3-4 years screwed me over in every damn category, making me cram and study, and passed every stupid pointless class damn class, and i couldn't even say the words i wanted to say for any of those damn years, because of my own damn self and the damn scheduling they stuck us with.
Graduation, D-Day for S-Class, the final day of my personal purgatory, and the day i was finally going to say it. I had the words, I had the ride, I had the plan, I had the money, I was completely set. I grabbed myself by the neck and pulled myself up close(metaphorically speaking, i just spoke into the mirror, but the tie choked me a bit anyway.) and told myself today, hell or high water! Screw my self-esteem, screw my trust-issues, screw me! If she said no, then she was never the one but rather a sign of who the one is.
We're in the line together, rehearsing before the big show, When i tell her i need to tell her something. She counters with i need to show you something, and with the luck i was and still am having this year, i know it wasn't going to be anything good.
She showed me a picture of her and a little girl named Evelyn, her daughter.
Inside, I have to say, I was destroyed. I realized that some karmic being was just truly laughing at me.(because one of my friend's before asked me what i would name my kid, if i ever got one[which i plan never to] and i, i swear to whatever being you worship or respect, said Evelyn)
Outside, I responded. "Congratulations, you have a beautiful-looking daughter with a beautiful name".
I think it shortened my lifespan to say that, if only a fraction.
It's right there I decided, to never tell her.
1.I could never raise a kid, they're just to innocent for me to tolerate anymore thanks to my bitterness.
2.She didn't need the stress of college,a baby, and the father(if he is involved) and a friend over her's fighting over who loves her more.
and it was after the second thought, though i have more reasons, that i knew at that time and still think i did the right thing.
If I truly cared for her, I would never speak my true feelings for her.
My best friend says he might write about this and describes this as "Someone who's cold getting warmth from a warm person, the nicest romance that never really happened." I smile when he says that, because I would like to think that if this plane of existance was that ideal for me, it would have been.
There is NO such thing as "The Friend Zone". I helped my friends with everyone of they're love problems(I know, I know, don't say it.) because, from experience with living in a house entirely filled with women my whole life, i know that the only thing a woman want's in a guy besides they're "bare necessities"(varies) is a friend. HOWEVER, if you get deep enough in the supposed friend zone, she will begin to love you like a "older brother", then you're screwed.
By the end of the year, i was just 6 words away from what i can only imagine being sane & happy must be like/ "Maybe we can go out sometime?", but so many damn things stopped me. Health problems, missed days, fire drills, just plain stupid events even. At the final day of freshmen year, I had finally got her alone, away from the idiots, away from the teachers, away from everyone, The only time since the beginning of the year we've ever been able to talk face to face, without anyone in sight. As i was about to say it, Just as i was building enough courage to show my true face and nature, The bell rang and resets me. Instead of the 6 words i wanted to say i said another 6; "See you next year, bye )Name(".
I was mildly disgusted at myself, to be quite honest, i don't know what happened. I still don't know why i can't open my true self to people without hiding behind paper, ink and text; maybe that's why i like English classes, i don't know.
Well next year rolls by, I see her in the hall occasionally but the hustle & bustle of my high school never allowed us to talk. Exit sophomore year, enter junior.
We have Gym together. We walked along the gym, not really doing anything, my friend and her friend hitting it off great. "Just like old times" crossed so many times then, and now. The final day, again Exam Day, we just kick back and watch old sports bloopers in the wrestling room, it's dark, I'm sitting right next to her and my friend. We talk then she decides to nod off. I decide to talk to my friend, 20 minutes pass, and her head falls on my shoulder. I look at her, so peacefully in dreamland, and take a shocked look at my friend, i mouth to him for what i should do, This was the closest I've ever been to a woman that i liked and wasn't family let get to me. He shrugged his shoulders, being the usual likable, mute-bastard he is. So i decided to take a nap myself.
Now i know what some of you are thinking, creepy, gutter-minded people of the internet; "You were obsessed with her!" No, i was in love. If i was obsessed, i would have(As my silent bastard of a friend listed off for me);
1.I did not take a whiff of her hair in.
2.I did not take pictures of her sleeping with a cellphone, because I don't find the sense in Cellphones(I really don't.)
3.Every time we talked, we talked about each other, it was not one-sided, and we actually fucking spoke for Christ's sake, i was not viewing through a damn window with her on the phone on the otherside.
1.I did not take a whiff of her hair in.
2.I did not take pictures of her sleeping with a cellphone, because I don't find the sense in Cellphones(I really don't.)
3.Every time we talked, we talked about each other, it was not one-sided, and we actually fucking spoke for Christ's sake, i was not viewing through a damn window with her on the phone on the otherside.
She woke up when the bell rang, took me longer. I not only never got to say the simple 6 words, but i was late for my next class. That's shitty luck!
Final year, S-Year, We had the same routine as sophomore year. It pissed me off, so damn badly. This school for those same 3-4 years screwed me over in every damn category, making me cram and study, and passed every stupid pointless class damn class, and i couldn't even say the words i wanted to say for any of those damn years, because of my own damn self and the damn scheduling they stuck us with.
Graduation, D-Day for S-Class, the final day of my personal purgatory, and the day i was finally going to say it. I had the words, I had the ride, I had the plan, I had the money, I was completely set. I grabbed myself by the neck and pulled myself up close(metaphorically speaking, i just spoke into the mirror, but the tie choked me a bit anyway.) and told myself today, hell or high water! Screw my self-esteem, screw my trust-issues, screw me! If she said no, then she was never the one but rather a sign of who the one is.
...that i am completely aware of myself. I know what i was, and what i am now. I've changed completely in attitude, personal statement, overall, i became a man, a dark man with more then a few problems, but none-the-less a man that was more sensible then most "men" in my school, i made my own choices, made my own mistakes and put my neck to the guillotine if i needed to. I have then and now had no hypocrisy, or mental-blindness, i could see through people motive's like glass; which is a gift and a curse.
I could never be tricked, saw through false people, and saw through to the things that actually mattered, and met great people.
...but i grew a hate for people, in general.Because mixed with my paranoia instilled by my mother and grandmother, and the common trend of times today, I became a little darker then most people my age would think. I became the title my friends bestowed upon me, A person that had everything a real human being should have towards honesty, chivalry, courteous, intelligent, and respect, but with a rebellion against anything that's typical of a normal person my age. I asked questions that wasn't liked getting asked, because it was confusing yet done with passion without thought. I was like George Carlin in a room full of priests. I was the closest thing someone could get to being mature yet psychotic in that school, most of the rest, In my class especially, were fucking stupid, blind, sheep people, and i told these genetic failures all on the last day of school, that when they're looking back, to the stupid gay tight clothing, and the wimpy faux-hawks men shouldn't have, and the mindless jabbering, and the skin-charring tans and bleached blond hair the women got, they will all say what i've been saying up till graduation; "Your are acting/looking/talking stupid."
I can't be wrong, look at the 70's and 80's people.
But back to the point
I have not before, and have not since, met a girl quite like her. Such a sweet woman, so smart, so genuinely damn kind, a damn saint within a school full of stupid bimbos and female thugs. Yet, musically(very musically attuned, mind you.) she was interested in all the shit i am now, Rammstein, Metallica, Megadeth, Marilyn Manson, SHE WAS A FUCKING METAL HEAD but with that tinge of non-discriminatory kindness. She was a warm person to everyone, even the assholes that picked on her for no reason. Even now i start to question my final decision but i know i was right
I could never be tricked, saw through false people, and saw through to the things that actually mattered, and met great people.
...but i grew a hate for people, in general.Because mixed with my paranoia instilled by my mother and grandmother, and the common trend of times today, I became a little darker then most people my age would think. I became the title my friends bestowed upon me, A person that had everything a real human being should have towards honesty, chivalry, courteous, intelligent, and respect, but with a rebellion against anything that's typical of a normal person my age. I asked questions that wasn't liked getting asked, because it was confusing yet done with passion without thought. I was like George Carlin in a room full of priests. I was the closest thing someone could get to being mature yet psychotic in that school, most of the rest, In my class especially, were fucking stupid, blind, sheep people, and i told these genetic failures all on the last day of school, that when they're looking back, to the stupid gay tight clothing, and the wimpy faux-hawks men shouldn't have, and the mindless jabbering, and the skin-charring tans and bleached blond hair the women got, they will all say what i've been saying up till graduation; "Your are acting/looking/talking stupid."
I can't be wrong, look at the 70's and 80's people.
But back to the point
I have not before, and have not since, met a girl quite like her. Such a sweet woman, so smart, so genuinely damn kind, a damn saint within a school full of stupid bimbos and female thugs. Yet, musically(very musically attuned, mind you.) she was interested in all the shit i am now, Rammstein, Metallica, Megadeth, Marilyn Manson, SHE WAS A FUCKING METAL HEAD but with that tinge of non-discriminatory kindness. She was a warm person to everyone, even the assholes that picked on her for no reason. Even now i start to question my final decision but i know i was right
We're in the line together, rehearsing before the big show, When i tell her i need to tell her something. She counters with i need to show you something, and with the luck i was and still am having this year, i know it wasn't going to be anything good.
She showed me a picture of her and a little girl named Evelyn, her daughter.
Inside, I have to say, I was destroyed. I realized that some karmic being was just truly laughing at me.(because one of my friend's before asked me what i would name my kid, if i ever got one[which i plan never to] and i, i swear to whatever being you worship or respect, said Evelyn)
Outside, I responded. "Congratulations, you have a beautiful-looking daughter with a beautiful name".
I think it shortened my lifespan to say that, if only a fraction.
It's right there I decided, to never tell her.
1.I could never raise a kid, they're just to innocent for me to tolerate anymore thanks to my bitterness.
2.She didn't need the stress of college,a baby, and the father(if he is involved) and a friend over her's fighting over who loves her more.
and it was after the second thought, though i have more reasons, that i knew at that time and still think i did the right thing.
If I truly cared for her, I would never speak my true feelings for her.
My best friend says he might write about this and describes this as "Someone who's cold getting warmth from a warm person, the nicest romance that never really happened." I smile when he says that, because I would like to think that if this plane of existance was that ideal for me, it would have been.
That's the story. The complete truth.
I sometimes still wonder. Instead of being content, yet miserable, could i be miserable yet happy?
And I invite you to voice your input. If you think I did the wrong thing, call me a idiot for letting her slip away, god knows I sometimes do. If you think I did the right thing, tell me so I can be sure and be closer to letting this die.
-Edited for Privacy- said:
She is currently going to the same college as I, but I haven't seen her, but I know she is going for Nursing. In some way, I want to see her again, but not say anything, because i wouldn't have anything to say.
But this is my proof that this is very much real, because I'm not smart enough to come up with this stupid of a sob story.
What do you think i should do if i'm in love with my best friend's best friend? But i'm not quite sure if she feels the same way 
(my best friend being a guy and his best friend being a girl)
Please reply
(my best friend being a guy and his best friend being a girl)
Please reply
Yes, I have been in love. Yes, true love, not mistaking friendship or lust or anything like that. Yes, I still am in love with him in fact. No, I am not still with him. Life is funny sometimes, and things get in the way. I miss him, but I do not regret all the time we spent together. Love is an extremely painful thing. Someone here said that it only brings suffering. What I discovered was that love is worth it. Love is worth all the hurt and pain, because loving someone and being loved is a very special thing. There are a great many words that I could use to describe it, and none of them will do the job properly. It's like a complete and utter oneness, a joining of two completely different humans in this world that for some reason or another fit together beyond all logic. The feeling is that of completeness, that of pure and utter oneness of soul. It is worth all the hurt that it brings, and all the hurt in the world. It is eternal.
I think there are a lot of people out there who think that they have found love, and find that they are wrong. On the flip side, I don't think that true love is actually such a rare thing. Some people just get lucky and find them quickly. I was lucky.
I also don't think love is the be-all, end-all to existence or relationships. As long as you have happiness, that is what truly matters. I think it is important to know the feeling of friendly/familial love and care, but not necessarily love. Too many people feel dissatisfied and incomplete without it. Really, you don't need it. You just have to go out there and live your life.
And to those who see love as scientific, I think you're looking at it the wrong way. There are a great many things in the world that science can't describe, believe it or not. Science is just a method for trying to figure out this crazy existence all around us, but despite the great leaps and bounds that have been made, we still don't know the answers to the simplest questions. We don't know how things came to be. We don't know how to create life from nothing. We don't know who we are and how we got here. We don't really know the world. We are just ants scurrying around who have come to the realization that there is more to life than what we see here, and have begun to explore farther and deeper. The more we learn, the more we realize how little we know, as the saying goes.
For example, can you honestly prove to me without a shadow of a doubt that anything actually exists as we know it? Maybe love is an illusion of the brain, but the same could be said of everyone around us, everything we see, feel, touch, think, perceive, sense, smell, taste, and hear; everything we love, everything we hate, the things that make us laugh, smile, or cry. The brain tells us all of this, just as it tells us about love. Studying the brain is all well and good, but is our brains that are telling us what we find. Everything could be an illusion, but looking at life like that is not very fulfilling.
So why not just accept the fact that we don't really know, and enjoy the lives we have?
I think there are a lot of people out there who think that they have found love, and find that they are wrong. On the flip side, I don't think that true love is actually such a rare thing. Some people just get lucky and find them quickly. I was lucky.
I also don't think love is the be-all, end-all to existence or relationships. As long as you have happiness, that is what truly matters. I think it is important to know the feeling of friendly/familial love and care, but not necessarily love. Too many people feel dissatisfied and incomplete without it. Really, you don't need it. You just have to go out there and live your life.
And to those who see love as scientific, I think you're looking at it the wrong way. There are a great many things in the world that science can't describe, believe it or not. Science is just a method for trying to figure out this crazy existence all around us, but despite the great leaps and bounds that have been made, we still don't know the answers to the simplest questions. We don't know how things came to be. We don't know how to create life from nothing. We don't know who we are and how we got here. We don't really know the world. We are just ants scurrying around who have come to the realization that there is more to life than what we see here, and have begun to explore farther and deeper. The more we learn, the more we realize how little we know, as the saying goes.
For example, can you honestly prove to me without a shadow of a doubt that anything actually exists as we know it? Maybe love is an illusion of the brain, but the same could be said of everyone around us, everything we see, feel, touch, think, perceive, sense, smell, taste, and hear; everything we love, everything we hate, the things that make us laugh, smile, or cry. The brain tells us all of this, just as it tells us about love. Studying the brain is all well and good, but is our brains that are telling us what we find. Everything could be an illusion, but looking at life like that is not very fulfilling.
So why not just accept the fact that we don't really know, and enjoy the lives we have?
I am in love and have been on two other occasions.
The past two were a little over a year each, and me and my current girlfriend are coming up on our 2 year anniversary. Plus I've already bought her an engagement ring, and probably would have asked her to marry me if the economy didn't go to shit so fast.
*Shrug*
The past two were a little over a year each, and me and my current girlfriend are coming up on our 2 year anniversary. Plus I've already bought her an engagement ring, and probably would have asked her to marry me if the economy didn't go to shit so fast.
*Shrug*
No. it's a fake feeling created by Hallmark so we will by their crappy cards and flowers. Love is what makes most people miserable.
This story touched my heart and left a mark. I don't really know what to say, and as always the English language seems to abandon me when I need it most, but I feel for you.PyroZombie said:
My heart hurts for you. It really does.
Repeatedly. It's quite fun. I relish falling recklessly in love, so it happens every few months or so