I've been going backwards on this blog...re-reading everything I've written in the last four years. I really, really cannot believe the things I wrote about in my last relationship. Not one bit. I was a very sad, very angry, very confused...very drunk...person. How did I ever think I was happy in that?
What is the definition of love?
Some anonymous person asked me this in the 'comments section' many blogs ago. A hard one to answer...everyone has a different answer...I am slowly admitting to myself that I have never truly been in love...I have felt deep affection for people, and I have had my feelings manipulated, and I have definitely been in lust...But I honestly can say that I've never been in love on my own terms...I'm so ready to be swept completely off my feet...
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