Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them, too. Even when you’re in the dark. Even when you’re falling.
- Tuesday’s With Morrie
It’s so amazing when you fall in love for the first time. It’s all so new. The butterflies, smiles, hugs, and all of the nights spent on the phone. What makes it even more amazing is that it never really ends. If you truly love somebody, you never really stop. You’ll move on, you’ll try to replace, but there are always going to be times when you think back to the times when you really felt alive.
If you love someone because you think that you should’nt leave him and others think that you shouldn’t, then it’s not love, it’s compromise. If you love someone because you have been kissed by him, then it’s not love, it’s inferiority complex. if you love someone because you think he’s really gorgeous, then it’s not love, it’s infatuation. If you love someone because you cannot leave him thinking that it would hurt his feelings, then it’s not love, it’s charity. If you love someone because you share everything with him, then it’s not love, it’s friendship. But if you feel the pain of the other person more than him, even when he is stable and you cry for him… if you get attracted to other people but stay with him without regrets.. if you let him go knowing that he has to go but doesn’t want to… that’s love.
Barefoot or first thing in the morning, I feel beautiful. I didn’t always feel that way, but I feel that way now. When somebody just loves you, and when you make somebody else happy, when your presence seems to make them happy, you suddenly feel like the most beautiful person in the world.
Cause that’s what life’s about. It’s about the times where you lay in the grass next to someone you love. It’s about the color of the sky, it’s about a roaring fire on a winter eve. Everybody hurts, everybody bleeds. Everyone laughs, smiles, and loves. And that’s all it is. There’s no meaning of life, it’s nothing that can be defined. It’s a matter of writing your own definition.
We fight mainly for one reason. Cause when you fight you truly find out how much you’re willing to take before you break and when you break you need to see if that other person truly cares enough to make everything okay again cause without fighting, liars of love could be walking all over the place.
Because it’s only when you’re tested that you truly discover who you are. And it’s only when you’re tested that you discover who you can be. The person that you want to be exist, somewhere in the other side of hard work and faith, and belief and beyond the heartache and fear of what life has.
“Only enemies speak the truth. Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.”
- Stephen King
I’m thinking that it might actually be possible for things to work out sometimes. Definitely not everything and maybe not the way you imagined, but sometimes, when you least expect it, life surprises you.
I was dying, of course, but then we all were. Everyday, in perfect increments. I was dying of loss. The only help for my condition is that I refused to let go of what I loved. I wrote everything down. At first in choppy fragments; a sentence here, a few words there. It was the most I could stand at the time. Later I wrote more. My grief muffled but not eased by the passage of time. When I go back over my reading now I can barely read it. The happiness is the worst. Some days I can’t bring myself to remember. But I will not relinquish a single detail of the past.