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Saturday, January 12, 2008
Love. How can a word so simple be so complicated? It's so easy for me to fall in and out of 'love'. I have the slightest suspicion that I've never even been in love. If I'm convinced that I'm in love with someone, but after only a month I only like them as a friend, what does that mean? Does it mean I only felt affection towards them or that I have some commitment problems? The only person I've ever liked for more than a year is Ryan Scott, and that lasted for..about 9 years. Was I in love with him? I couldn't possibly have been, I was too young! I started liking him at age 4 or 5, and stopped last year. Maybe the only reason I even liked him at all was because there was no one else around. And he was the only boy I really got to know as a friend from age 4 to 10, and from then on I just wanted to hold onto my childhood love. How did this blog even change to this? That's not the point. I guess love isn't meant to be understood. Or maybe I'll only understand it when I truly fall in love. |
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❝ The only excuse for making a useless thing
is that one enjoys it immensely;
All art is useless. ❞
