“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.”—Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones (via girlwithoutwings)
Not that I believe you all really missed me or anything but this journey to becoming officially un|wed has been kicking my ass… mentally, emotionally, professionally, and financially. It. Fucking. Sucks. So it hasn’t afforded me a lot of time or brain-space to “tumble for ya.” But I’m back in the swing of things, now. Still on this hateful, spirit breaking, pride stifling journey, but I am determined to not let it get me to the point of losing the thing I love the most… my mind!
One good thing came out of my absence…more ammo for the book! Glad to be back friends :)
There are plenty of couples that love each other; it’s a normal, natural emotion that exists when one spends a considerable amount of time with another. But time makes us love someone; being in love is a whole other story. You can love your sister, your mother, your brother, your friends (though you’ll never admit to that one unless you’re under the influence), but you can only be in love with a woman that sets your heart on fire.
Unfortunately, nowadays we easily confuse the concept of love with attraction. Men, apparently pigs by nature (even I, Mr. Sensitive, must admit to falling prey to the curse of lust), tend to think a good time in bed equates love.A good time in bed and remembering her name can be mistaken for love. But deep down, men are as skeptical about love as they are about a phone call claiming a free prize if they would only reveal their credit card number.
Men often get together and devise plans on how to seduce as many women as possible. It’s not that we do it on purpose actually the Discovery channel even revealed that it’s part of our genetic makeup but the truth is that men are bitter creatures. Contrary to popular opinion (or any football movie you’ve seen), the male ego is as fragile
Now see… why can’t the rest of the men in the world just admit that? Sheesh!
“I finally understood what true love meant. Love meant that you care for another person’s happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be.”— Dear John, Nicholas Sparks (via quote-book)