Last night, I had a long conversation with someone about the concept of love. They think that love is kind of useless. I think that is kind of useless. They said that they don’t believe in it because everyone has a different definition of love and if your meanings dont match, then you may be in love by one persons idea but not the others. Here’s what I think: love is what you make it. You really can’t run from it. If you realize you’re in love with someone by your definition, you’re in love with them. It’s your definition to make. It’s your idea. It’s not anyone else’s job to make you think a certain way so that your idea of love can conform to whatever someone else thinks. Saying that you don’t believe in love is just bullshit. Do you know how many people have been in love? That tells you that it’s real. Whether you’re going to run from it and try not to feel it is up to you.
My brain was so full of thoughts last night. I am confused. Said conversation happened with the person im talking to…he told me that in his past, he’s told girls he loves them because it’s what they want to hear. I hope that if we ever get to that point, he won’t say it unless he means it. the thing that worries me though is that I’m going to wonder whether it’s real or he just thinks I want to hear it if we ever get there.
La la la la la I want the same as what you didn’t want to tell me but I’m scared too.
Side note that was also discussed last night: this summer as been absolutely amazing. I haven’t taken a moment to really appreciate it. I quit the job I hated. I was promoted at the job I love. I have a lovely fellow. I’ve been down to southern MD on the water. I’ve been up to eagles mere. I’ve had some interesting adventures. I’ve just been really, really happy. This summer has been way more than I expected.
That is all.