Posts Tagged ‘Love’

This Struck Me As Especially Funny Because I Would Feel EXACTLY The Same Way

November 5, 2018

Some time back I posted something about how I could never say “I love you” to all my friends, and I’m finally getting the chance to do my follow-up to that.  After that post, you see, one of my long-time friends (who I happen to like a lot) chimed in with the opinion that if I ever told them that I loved them, they would be “completely terrified” in a “We’re all going to die in five minutes, aren’t we?” sort of way.

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That Just Wouldn’t Work

October 26, 2018

Yesterday it came up in conversation that someone Lala knows makes it a habit to say “I love you,” to all her friends.

“I couldn’t do that,” I admitted.

“Why not?” Lala asked.

“Put simply,” I replied, “because by my definition of love, I don’t love all my friends.  Some I do, but some I just like, and I’m there for all of them whenever I can be because that’s what friendship is to me, but love them all I do not.”

Lala seemed kind of saddened by this, and it’s not like I consider it ideal myself, but that’s the honest truth of the matter.  I would like it someday if I could be the type of person who genuinely loves everyone, but I’m never going to get to be that person by lying about it.

Lead Into Gold Is Easy By Comparison

July 26, 2017

The transformative power of love is truly an incredible thing.  For instance, this morning it transformed my thought of “If you don’t stop with the imaginary trumpet noises, I’m going to imagine folding it into sharp corners and shoving it somewhere the sun don’t shine,” into the words, “Good morning to you too, son.”

And If That Fails To Fix It, Congratulations

July 10, 2014

To the anonymous romantic bemoaning that they fall in love “too easily,” fret not, there is a cure that is effective in almost all known cases of this particular malady:

Try living with them.

To All The Girls I’ve Loved Before, 2013 Edition

February 14, 2013

Valentine’s Day just flat out snuck up on me this year, which is admittedly less than ideal (1), but it has inspired me to make this year’s “To All The Girls I’ve Loved Before” entry about one of my “stealth” loves.

I’ve referred to this girl before, but I never mentioned the word “love” in that post, just like I never, ever mentioned it to her.

This remains a good thing, because even now I’m sure she’d have a hard enough time with the idea that she was important enough to me to be missed; using the “L word” would strain her disbelief to the snapping point, and I know that.

But that doesn’t make me love her any less.

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(1) Ideally it should stay quiet enough around me to remain unnoticed entirely. (2)

(2) No, I don’t really mean that. (3)

(3) Well . . . not as much as I would have in the past, at least.