Full Version: Love
What are your experiences with LOVE
Everything dies.
everyone i love kills themselves.
so you're in love, that's so good for you
live it up girl 'cause it never lasts too long
It's heaven for now, but not for long
It's gonna hurt you
it's gonna make you feel so bad
once I could love, I could trust, I could not doubt
but that was just about the worst thing that I could do
it was just about the worst thing that I could do
maybe not now, but it won't take long
before it's gonna hurt you
and truly do you some harm
once I was open, could hope, I had no doubt
but that was the worst thing that I could do
it was just about the worst thing that I could do
...
live it up girl 'cause it never lasts too long
It's heaven for now, but not for long
It's gonna hurt you
it's gonna make you feel so bad
once I could love, I could trust, I could not doubt
but that was just about the worst thing that I could do
it was just about the worst thing that I could do
maybe not now, but it won't take long
before it's gonna hurt you
and truly do you some harm
once I was open, could hope, I had no doubt
but that was the worst thing that I could do
it was just about the worst thing that I could do
...
love is truly the greatest thing/feeling on earth and it does make the world go round. sure, it hurts. but so do a lot of other things. can't be afraid to get hurt. otherwise you're not living if you do.
Love is a lot like chess. You don't need to know the strategy to play complicated games, just the basic rules. You move your pieces, you vie for position. There are openings, endgames (involving both ends). Eventually, if the game goes well, you mate. Love is a many-headed monster. Some heads kiss, some heads bite -- all demand feeding, and, eventually... it's your ass. Which is another way of saying that Love is a fabric composed of cliches, stitched together haphazardly, mutually designed by beginning cliché-ers.
Oh yeah, and one more thing. Love is Mesmerizing. Good luck.
Oh yeah, and one more thing. Love is Mesmerizing. Good luck.
Love stinks, yea yea, love stinks.
This one time, I thought it was love but now I see it was just pure lust.
That’s the whole problem. You think you are in love and when it doesn’t work out you get over it and think “What the heck was I thinking?”
Or you don’t get over it and you become a psycho stalker drunken slut.
Well, that last one might just be me.
Buy Charlotte Martin's "On Your Shore" and you have my life story.
so in short, no one here has really fallen in love?
I try not to be too cynical. I'd like to think that right now I'm head over heels in love. I mean.. Id do anything for him, and I know he'd do anything for me - we take care of each other, and the sex is passionate and meaningful. There's no one else in the world I'd rather be with, and I feel like we've known each other our whole lives, even though its only been a little over 2 years. What else to love is there?
Both acidmouse and I are married (not to each other). I believe we're both software developers, which is interesting. It doesn't always make for long lasting marriages. It's weird because I'm the only one of 4 brothers (no sisters) that has had a marriage that lasted this long.
You laugh. You cry. You get angry. You cuddle. You comfort and are comforted. There's sex: both good and bad.
I'm kinda guessing that heterosexual love is different than gay love. If I were gay, I might have some clue as to how my partner thinks. I'm a guy and totally clueless at times where my wife is coming from. It's mutual--I surprise her. I guess that, to me, that's part of the appeal. Over time, we really tend to think more and more alike. This is just something that happens over a long time.
There were times when I thought that I might have made a mistake. We dated three years while I was in college and waited until I completed my last final senior year to get married. An easy date to remember: 5678 (that's right after Cinco de Mayo, for you punctuationally challenged).
We still have fights and disagreements, from time to time, but not as much as in the early years. Our first arguments weren't really arguments, per se. I gave my wife the silent treatment. It really wasn't intentional. As I've mentioned in one or two other posts, I was abused as a child by a father with mental illness and it's taken me years to learn to be able to actually speak what I'm thinking. For a long time, the survival training taught me that silence was the only way to cope.
I would do most anything for my wife. I've done a lot for her and we have a good life. I've never cheated on her and I probably never will.
I'm going to have to think about this some more, because there's probably more to say.
We're hosting Thanksgiving for parts of the two families. I've even invited one of my coworker who's from England to come over with his family. We seem to host a little more than our fair share of family getogethers, but that comes from who we are.
...Jonathan
You laugh. You cry. You get angry. You cuddle. You comfort and are comforted. There's sex: both good and bad.
I'm kinda guessing that heterosexual love is different than gay love. If I were gay, I might have some clue as to how my partner thinks. I'm a guy and totally clueless at times where my wife is coming from. It's mutual--I surprise her. I guess that, to me, that's part of the appeal. Over time, we really tend to think more and more alike. This is just something that happens over a long time.
There were times when I thought that I might have made a mistake. We dated three years while I was in college and waited until I completed my last final senior year to get married. An easy date to remember: 5678 (that's right after Cinco de Mayo, for you punctuationally challenged).
We still have fights and disagreements, from time to time, but not as much as in the early years. Our first arguments weren't really arguments, per se. I gave my wife the silent treatment. It really wasn't intentional. As I've mentioned in one or two other posts, I was abused as a child by a father with mental illness and it's taken me years to learn to be able to actually speak what I'm thinking. For a long time, the survival training taught me that silence was the only way to cope.
I would do most anything for my wife. I've done a lot for her and we have a good life. I've never cheated on her and I probably never will.
I'm going to have to think about this some more, because there's probably more to say.
We're hosting Thanksgiving for parts of the two families. I've even invited one of my coworker who's from England to come over with his family. We seem to host a little more than our fair share of family getogethers, but that comes from who we are.
...Jonathan
I think I was in love, but now I hope that my head was just messed up at that time because boy there have been some real wasters in my life and I would hate to think I was in any way emotionally attatched to them.
Love is taking chances and getting burned and then getting over it. Love isn't always pretty or perfect.
When you're really in love, you know it. You put up with a lot of shit but you don't mind, because the love is what is most important to you.
When you're in love, you invariably stop saying "What's best for me?" and you start saying "What's best for him (or her)?" or maybe "What's best for us?"
If you haven't yet found love, it is my hope that you will find it. I'm not going to put any limitations on this either: boy-girl, girl-girl, boy-boy, I don't care. Happiness is sometimes a hard thing to get and you need to cherish it while you get it. Don't look backward with regret, love forward with hope.
When you're really in love, you know it. You put up with a lot of shit but you don't mind, because the love is what is most important to you.
When you're in love, you invariably stop saying "What's best for me?" and you start saying "What's best for him (or her)?" or maybe "What's best for us?"
If you haven't yet found love, it is my hope that you will find it. I'm not going to put any limitations on this either: boy-girl, girl-girl, boy-boy, I don't care. Happiness is sometimes a hard thing to get and you need to cherish it while you get it. Don't look backward with regret, love forward with hope.
Well love can be with anybody, it can be unexpected, but you never what will happen. Love can be a complicated thing, thats part of life, it can be your friend, a bestfriend, a neighbor, or a classmate,who the fuck knows? until you have experience it.....
i did. not all of it, but i got a lot of it down pat. don't ask me how, but still i knew.
My wife's next younger sister married and divorced the same guy three times! She still loves him, but she just can't live with him anymore.
In a sense, it's really a shame because my wife and I really love George and we still think of him as our brother-in-law. One of our friends jokes that when marriages go south, in-laws become out-laws.
The relationships that get setup in a marriage many times should probably last long after the marriage is over.
George made it to my daughter's wedding and my wife cried because he made it to the wedding. It's like there was hope because we really didn't lose George.
The photo that is my signature was taken from George's boat on Good Friday of this year. It was a trick to try to line up the setting sun with the moving sailboat. This photo was the middle one of the set. We hadn't seen George for awhile before the Good Friday getogether.
In a sense, it's really a shame because my wife and I really love George and we still think of him as our brother-in-law. One of our friends jokes that when marriages go south, in-laws become out-laws.
The relationships that get setup in a marriage many times should probably last long after the marriage is over.George made it to my daughter's wedding and my wife cried because he made it to the wedding. It's like there was hope because we really didn't lose George.
The photo that is my signature was taken from George's boat on Good Friday of this year. It was a trick to try to line up the setting sun with the moving sailboat. This photo was the middle one of the set. We hadn't seen George for awhile before the Good Friday getogether.
"Overrated. Biochemically no different than eating large quantities of chocolate." - John Milton (Al Pacino) -The Devil's Advocate
"Love has got to stop some place short of suicide." - Sam Dodsworth (Walter Huston) - Dodsworth
But,just like Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny,I still believe.
"Love has got to stop some place short of suicide." - Sam Dodsworth (Walter Huston) - Dodsworth
But,just like Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny,I still believe.
If I wasn't hyper sensitive and clingy, I'd only be in it for the sex.
QUOTE(trampolinefromspace @ Nov 22 2006, 05:24 AM) [snapback]76921[/snapback]
Both acidmouse and I are married (not to each other).
I like your sense of humor. That was so subtle but hilarious.
Love is really difficult because it involves making yourself really vulnerable. If you love someone, then they will have the ability to hurt you really bad.
It's a big risk and we get so adverse to taking risks. Everyone is looking for a short cut or something easier than it should be.
The most cruel thing that I ever heard in my life was something that my wife told me in a fit of rage. Her family has this rage thing where they get really angry and blow up. Some of them somehow erase it the next day (no memory).
If you find real love, you learn to forgive. When I think about it, it sometimes still hurts, but I still love my wife.
For me, the strange things was figuring out that I was in love. I professed my love first. My girlfriend (now my wife) cried and said that it was too early to be in love.
We had been dating six months before the subject of sex came up. I was careful, because I didn't want to get her pregnant while I was still in college.
The first time was during spring break about 3 months later. It was just plain awful on multiple levels, but we didn't give up.
We finally married when I was a week away from graduation. I'd been told that getting married before I graduated was a sure fire way to ruin my education.
My daughter didn't arrive until three years after we got married and I'm grateful for the time alone that my wife and I had. We gained maturity in those three years. It also was 3 years spent away from family--it was just us depending on each other.
Both my wife and I lived such totally fucked up childhoods. I had an abusive bipolar Dad and she had a mother who would blow up in violent rages. She once was unjustly and incorrectly accused of being molested by her older brother--at age 5. She can't talk to her mother about it, because her mother just forgets all of the really deep shit that she ever did. Her brother is schizophrenic and she thinks that it would just rip him up more trying to talk to him about it.
We understand each other's shit and we try to keep each other happy and sane.
At times, it's hard for me to let myself be happy. It's just that I don't always seem to believe that I deserve to be happy.
I had a thought for you all. It seems that we spend way too much time worrying about things that we have no control over, and we let it distract us from the things that we do have control over.
Learn to be happy. Learn to take risks.
It's a big risk and we get so adverse to taking risks. Everyone is looking for a short cut or something easier than it should be.
The most cruel thing that I ever heard in my life was something that my wife told me in a fit of rage. Her family has this rage thing where they get really angry and blow up. Some of them somehow erase it the next day (no memory).
If you find real love, you learn to forgive. When I think about it, it sometimes still hurts, but I still love my wife.
For me, the strange things was figuring out that I was in love. I professed my love first. My girlfriend (now my wife) cried and said that it was too early to be in love.
We had been dating six months before the subject of sex came up. I was careful, because I didn't want to get her pregnant while I was still in college.
The first time was during spring break about 3 months later. It was just plain awful on multiple levels, but we didn't give up.
We finally married when I was a week away from graduation. I'd been told that getting married before I graduated was a sure fire way to ruin my education.
My daughter didn't arrive until three years after we got married and I'm grateful for the time alone that my wife and I had. We gained maturity in those three years. It also was 3 years spent away from family--it was just us depending on each other.
Both my wife and I lived such totally fucked up childhoods. I had an abusive bipolar Dad and she had a mother who would blow up in violent rages. She once was unjustly and incorrectly accused of being molested by her older brother--at age 5. She can't talk to her mother about it, because her mother just forgets all of the really deep shit that she ever did. Her brother is schizophrenic and she thinks that it would just rip him up more trying to talk to him about it.
We understand each other's shit and we try to keep each other happy and sane.
At times, it's hard for me to let myself be happy. It's just that I don't always seem to believe that I deserve to be happy.
I had a thought for you all. It seems that we spend way too much time worrying about things that we have no control over, and we let it distract us from the things that we do have control over.
Learn to be happy. Learn to take risks.
love happens when someone else's happiness becomes one with your own.
in other words you both share the same happiness? if so, i can sort of see that. but it's also good not to put all your eggs in one basket. so one's happiness shoudln't depend on someone eilse. enitrely anyway.
No no,
You love someone when you realize that their happiness is linked with your own. Seeing my mother and sister happy makes me the happiest of happy.
Thats love.
You love someone when you realize that their happiness is linked with your own. Seeing my mother and sister happy makes me the happiest of happy.
Thats love.
I think love is also when you're willing to forgo your own happiness for a short time when you know its for the benefit of your significant other. When you want to sacrifice what you have if it means itll make them more happy.
oh ok. that makes a bit more sense (in regards to what qp said). and i can see that. i might add that it is one kind of love. probably true or real love would what you're describing. and yes flower, i completely agree with that statement.
QUOTE(Flower1983 @ Nov 28 2006, 01:24 PM) [snapback]77136[/snapback]
I think love is also when you're willing to forgo your own happiness for a short time when you know its for the benefit of your significant other. When you want to sacrifice what you have if it means itll make them more happy.
Exactly. People will ultimately do what they want, every time.
When what you want is for another to be happy, despite the costs, that's love.
aw... this thread is making me all warm and smooshy inside. Like a roasted marshmallow.
may i eat you?
ah! QP... you're going to make me blush! 
lol... (but also.. yes.)
Relationships and love break up in 5 stages, and the last is called Grave-dressing. Psychology makes me sad.
Please leave your warm feelings outside.
Please leave your warm feelings outside.
My brother majored in psychology in college. He thought that he would get a good handle on what happened to us as children.
It didn't do him any good. He's bipolar now and his personal finances are a train wreck. It makes me very sad.
I'm sorry, this probably came off depressing, didn't it?
It didn't do him any good. He's bipolar now and his personal finances are a train wreck. It makes me very sad.
I'm sorry, this probably came off depressing, didn't it?
One thing that's not been mentioned about love is the remarkable characteristic of when two people are in love with each other. Yes, each person is feeling for the other one and placing the other one up as top priority.
At one point, you have to see the relationship as a third party. It's as if the couple become more than the sum of the parts. When that happens, it is real and it is special.
I don't view myself as duplicating my wife, nor as my wife as duplicating me. We are both individuals and we complement each other. We kinda make up for each other weaknesses. When I'm down, she brings me up and when she's down, I raise her up.
She's been telling me about the office politics going on in her office. This is the one thing that she can't stand. It's the one thing that causes stress in her life. And when she gets stressed, I feel it too.
We spooned for a bit this morning. I know that it helps when her stomache is bothering her and she has acid reflux from time to time.
I wish that there was something I could do to make the office politics go away, but it isn't anything that I can fix. I just listen to her and give her a hug and she somehow gets through it.
Anyways, I've been meaning to add so more to this thread for a couple of days, and here it is. It's Friday, everyone have a nice weekend!
At one point, you have to see the relationship as a third party. It's as if the couple become more than the sum of the parts. When that happens, it is real and it is special.
I don't view myself as duplicating my wife, nor as my wife as duplicating me. We are both individuals and we complement each other. We kinda make up for each other weaknesses. When I'm down, she brings me up and when she's down, I raise her up.
She's been telling me about the office politics going on in her office. This is the one thing that she can't stand. It's the one thing that causes stress in her life. And when she gets stressed, I feel it too.
We spooned for a bit this morning. I know that it helps when her stomache is bothering her and she has acid reflux from time to time.
I wish that there was something I could do to make the office politics go away, but it isn't anything that I can fix. I just listen to her and give her a hug and she somehow gets through it.
Anyways, I've been meaning to add so more to this thread for a couple of days, and here it is. It's Friday, everyone have a nice weekend!
QUOTE(Cherub's Ass @ Nov 25 2006, 06:28 PM) [snapback]77026[/snapback]
I like your sense of humor. That was so subtle but hilarious.
I always thought that I had a different kind of humor. My daughter once said that my humor was like Fozzie the Bear, on the Muppets.
It's been a few years since then and she thinks differently about it now.
Thanks for the feedback. I do value your opinion.
QUOTE(trampolinefromspace @ Dec 1 2006, 08:07 AM) [snapback]77417[/snapback]
One thing that's not been mentioned about love is the remarkable characteristic of when two people are in love with each other. Yes, each person is feeling for the other one and placing the other one up as top priority.
At one point, you have to see the relationship as a third party. It's as if the couple become more than the sum of the parts. When that happens, it is real and it is special.
I don't view myself as duplicating my wife, nor as my wife as duplicating me. We are both individuals and we complement each other. We kinda make up for each other weaknesses. When I'm down, she brings me up and when she's down, I raise her up.
She's been telling me about the office politics going on in her office. This is the one thing that she can't stand. It's the one thing that causes stress in her life. And when she gets stressed, I feel it too.
We spooned for a bit this morning. I know that it helps when her stomache is bothering her and she has acid reflux from time to time.
I wish that there was something I could do to make the office politics go away, but it isn't anything that I can fix. I just listen to her and give her a hug and she somehow gets through it.
Anyways, I've been meaning to add so more to this thread for a couple of days, and here it is. It's Friday, everyone have a nice weekend!
You sound like a nice husband
I was thinking the same thing... I hope my husband's like you one day. And also kind of made me think of my boyfriend now, and how he and I are similar to that - made me so happy to be with him we take care of each other and know how to make up for the other one's short comings. I have a short temper, and he knows just how to calm me down, as well as know when to let me rant and rave. And he has a tendancy to be occasionally condescending, and I know when to call him on it, as well as when to forgive him for it.
we take care of each other and know how to make up for the other one's short comings. I have a short temper, and he knows just how to calm me down, as well as know when to let me rant and rave. And he has a tendancy to be occasionally condescending, and I know when to call him on it, as well as when to forgive him for it. QUOTE(trampolinefromspace @ Dec 1 2006, 08:07 AM) [snapback]77417[/snapback]
We spooned for a bit this morning. I know that it helps when her stomache is bothering her and she has acid reflux from time to time.
There is a fine line between spooning and forking. Knifing, unfortunately, is also a problem for some couples. (Sid and Nancy come to mind. Now THAT was Love, and I don't just mean Courtney.) Regarding the acid thing, my wife will sometimes claim to have a flashback, but it's almost always just wishful thinking. We lie in bed together and wonder "what the fuck?"
We too pick each other up when down. But then we've also been known to administer an occassional kick in the ass.
QUOTE(acidmouse @ Dec 1 2006, 11:59 AM) [snapback]77447[/snapback]
... administer an occassional kick in the ass.
Ah yes, I've received an occasional kick in the ass.
Generally much better than a kick to a similar location on the front side, which I believe I have accidentally received from both of the kids.
At different times.
The memory of the pain still hurts.
I hope that I'm better than average husband. That's one good thing about being married 28 years--you do get better over time, but I still have my flaws.
When I was 22 and a newlywed, I didn't so much think of myself as being perfect, but I didn't really consider that I had character flaws. Oh, I was so, so wrong.
The one thing that I'm trying to get across that it shouldn't all be one person doing all of the sacrificing, because that's not right or fair. You also need to approach it realistically--you're not perfect and your partner won't be either.
One mistake that you never want to make is to try keeping score. Resist this, because you will quickly figure out that you're getting the short end of the stick--and you'll be wrong. Here's why: you will always count everything you do right, because you are there to remember it. Your partners score will always be short, because you won't be around them 24-7 and you'll just miss some of them. You'll know when it is seriously off balanced, and that is enough.
Love isn't a fairy tale. I guess that it's interesting that I say that since my daughter had the fairie fantasy wedding a little over a month ago. She's learning the realities of give and take and dealing with realities, like snoring.
As long as you both work at it--it can succeed.
I sincerely hope this for all of you.
This has turned into such a sweet thread. I just wish I could believe it. I gave up on hoping to be loved a long time ago.
I can feel it in my bones, I'm gonna spend my whole life alone
I can feel it in my bones, I'm gonna spend my whole life alone
QUOTE(coolchick275 @ Dec 2 2006, 05:22 AM) [snapback]77497[/snapback]
This has turned into such a sweet thread. I just wish I could believe it. I gave up on hoping to be loved a long time ago.
I can feel it in my bones, I'm gonna spend my whole life alone
There are over 6 billion people on this planet. If one of them cannot see the joy and brilliance of one like you,this planet truly deserves to go off in a firey spiral.
And that's a fact.
From the world of the Charlotte Martin
I tried for a love who burried me under his shrug.
But even still...
I'm Normal, Please Date Me.
I tried for a love who burried me under his shrug.
But even still...
I'm Normal, Please Date Me.
um, cool you're not even 20 yet. the world ain't over yet. you've got your whole life ahead of you. enjoy it and don't worry too much.
QUOTE(we left yesterday @ Dec 2 2006, 04:12 PM) [snapback]77513[/snapback]
um, cool you're not even 20 yet. the world ain't over yet. you've got your whole life ahead of you. enjoy it and don't worry too much.
If that was to me, haha, don't worry! I'm not even 18 yet, nevermind 20! (Well, 4 months to 18th). "I'm Normal, Please Date Me" is just a jokey song (There is no restraining order that can seperate our love that's ever true - Even if I can't convince you, my probation officer is kind of cute). And the line of "I tried for a love who burried me under his shrug" is just recent experience.
But I'm gooood.
I reckon Coolchick and her F&R worries of a life alone are to be worried about. And you were probably talking to her anyway? Lol
QUOTE(sir moltenrod @ Dec 2 2006, 04:18 AM) [snapback]77507[/snapback]
There are over 6 billion people on this planet. If one of them cannot see the joy and brilliance of one like you,this planet truly deserves to go off in a firey spiral.
And that's a fact.Awww....Thanks. I'll definitely remember that.
QUOTE(we left yesterday @ Dec 2 2006, 10:12 AM) [snapback]77513[/snapback]
um, cool you're not even 20 yet. the world ain't over yet. you've got your whole life ahead of you. enjoy it and don't worry too much.
I know it's a stupid thing to worry about, but ever since I was 12, it's been my biggest fear.
Don't give up hope.
I didn't date in high school. My first year of college was a real disaster. There was something like 3-1 ratio of guys to girls at Rice, which is a school for nerds. There was this young woman that had several guys wrapped around her finger. When I figured out that I wasn't in the running, I just about gave up.
During the summer, I stayed at the house that my older two brothers lived in. My grandparents owned the house and had lived there before they had a house built down by Galveston Bay. Noone had to pay rent as long as we were attending college.
Anyways, everyone was working at the local department store.
Sometime in June, they had inventory and we all had to work Sunday (long ago when the stores weren't open on Sunday). A group of us went out to Astroworld after Inventory.
Vickie was in the bunch, a big mix of boys and girls. It only worked out that we rode one of the rides together that day, but I noticed her.
After that I ran by her department coming in to work or leaving work.
I decided that I wanted to go to a concert on July 17 in downtown and I wasn't going alone. I fought the shyness and asked her to go with me.
We ended up going to Spaghetti Warehouse the day before and I almost ended the date without a kiss. She insisted and I had my first kiss.
We spent much of the concert necking the next day.
You never know the circumstances or the time, but you have to keep yourself in the game.
I'm planning on scanning in some of the old photos, including my gig as the department store Santa Claus from 30 years ago. I'll post it under the photos thread.
I didn't date in high school. My first year of college was a real disaster. There was something like 3-1 ratio of guys to girls at Rice, which is a school for nerds. There was this young woman that had several guys wrapped around her finger. When I figured out that I wasn't in the running, I just about gave up.
During the summer, I stayed at the house that my older two brothers lived in. My grandparents owned the house and had lived there before they had a house built down by Galveston Bay. Noone had to pay rent as long as we were attending college.
Anyways, everyone was working at the local department store.
Sometime in June, they had inventory and we all had to work Sunday (long ago when the stores weren't open on Sunday). A group of us went out to Astroworld after Inventory.
Vickie was in the bunch, a big mix of boys and girls. It only worked out that we rode one of the rides together that day, but I noticed her.
After that I ran by her department coming in to work or leaving work.
I decided that I wanted to go to a concert on July 17 in downtown and I wasn't going alone. I fought the shyness and asked her to go with me.
We ended up going to Spaghetti Warehouse the day before and I almost ended the date without a kiss. She insisted and I had my first kiss.
We spent much of the concert necking the next day.
You never know the circumstances or the time, but you have to keep yourself in the game.
I'm planning on scanning in some of the old photos, including my gig as the department store Santa Claus from 30 years ago. I'll post it under the photos thread.
Other people always seem to convey my thoughts better than I can,so,I'll use Annie Lennox's words to describe my feelings about this topic exactly:
Love is a stranger
In an open car
To tempt you in
And drive you far away
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you so
It's an obsession
Love is a danger
Of a different kind
To take you away
And leave you far behind
And love love love
Is a dangerous drug
You have to receive it
And you still can't
Get enough of the stuff
It's savage and it's cruel
And it shines like destruction
Comes in like the flood
And it seems like religion
It's noble and it's brutal
It distorts and deranges
And it wrenches you up
And you're left like a zombie
It's guilt edged
Glamorous and sleek by design
You know it's jealous by nature
False and unkind
It's hard and restrained
And it's totally cool
It touches and it teases
As you stumble in the debris
Love is a stranger
In an open car
To tempt you in
And drive you far away
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you so
It's an obsession
Love is a danger
Of a different kind
To take you away
And leave you far behind
And love love love
Is a dangerous drug
You have to receive it
And you still can't
Get enough of the stuff
It's savage and it's cruel
And it shines like destruction
Comes in like the flood
And it seems like religion
It's noble and it's brutal
It distorts and deranges
And it wrenches you up
And you're left like a zombie
It's guilt edged
Glamorous and sleek by design
You know it's jealous by nature
False and unkind
It's hard and restrained
And it's totally cool
It touches and it teases
As you stumble in the debris
my body love me and rock me all the time all the way
thankful!
Got brass in pocket
Got bottle Im gonna use it
Intention I feel inventive
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice
Got motion restrained emotion
Been driving detroit leaning
No reason just seems so pleasing
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice
Gonna use my arms
Gonna use my legs
Gonna use my style
Gonna use my sidestep
Gonna use my fingers
Gonna use my, my, my imagination
thankful!
Got brass in pocket
Got bottle Im gonna use it
Intention I feel inventive
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice
Got motion restrained emotion
Been driving detroit leaning
No reason just seems so pleasing
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice
Gonna use my arms
Gonna use my legs
Gonna use my style
Gonna use my sidestep
Gonna use my fingers
Gonna use my, my, my imagination
In order to truly love someone else, you need to love yourself and to be comfortable with yourself.
If you believe that loving someone else will make up for feelings of inadequacy or feelings of low self-esteem, then you are only fooling yourself: This is generally doomed to failure.
I don't know that anyone here has that problem, but you never know. You may be called on to help someone who gets involved in some relationship for the wrong reason.
My wife and I are always being asked to help with friends' and family's problems.
wirewalker, I just love The Pretenders and Chrissie Hynde. Good song. I can just hear Chrissie sing it.
Cheers!
If you believe that loving someone else will make up for feelings of inadequacy or feelings of low self-esteem, then you are only fooling yourself: This is generally doomed to failure.
I don't know that anyone here has that problem, but you never know. You may be called on to help someone who gets involved in some relationship for the wrong reason.
My wife and I are always being asked to help with friends' and family's problems.
wirewalker, I just love The Pretenders and Chrissie Hynde. Good song. I can just hear Chrissie sing it.
Cheers!
You are what you love, not what loves you.
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