love /lʌv/ –noun
1.a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
2.a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.
3.sexual passion or desire.
4.a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.
5.(used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, or the like): Would you like to see a movie, love?
6.a love affair; an intensely amorous incident; amour.
7.sexual intercourse; copulation.
8.(initial capital letter) a personification of sexual affection, as Eros or Cupid.
9.affectionate concern for the well-being of others: the love of one's neighbor.
10.strong predilection, enthusiasm, or liking for anything: her love of books.
11.the object or thing so liked: The theater was her great love.
1.a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
2.a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.
3.sexual passion or desire.
4.a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.
5.(used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, or the like): Would you like to see a movie, love?
6.a love affair; an intensely amorous incident; amour.
7.sexual intercourse; copulation.
8.(initial capital letter) a personification of sexual affection, as Eros or Cupid.
9.affectionate concern for the well-being of others: the love of one's neighbor.
10.strong predilection, enthusiasm, or liking for anything: her love of books.
11.the object or thing so liked: The theater was her great love.
Hey everyone; I'm going to break the normal tradtition of my blog posts and I just want to write a reply to a certain post I read by someone else; they know who they are, or at least they will in the next few sentences I write.
No one should be faced with empty apologies from those that should love them and cherish them unconditionally; no one should lie sleepless at night wondering how they will help their brother do well in school; no one should take on the responsibility of an adult in early adolescence; no one should have to worry about whether or not their parents are okay and alive; no one should have to carry their parents to bed and assure THEM that everything is okay.
Someone who does this has character; someone who takes up these responsibilities is older than their age, and they shouldn't need to be like this. Someone as wonderful and amazing as the person I am talking about doesn't deserve this.
But what I want this person to know is that they have someone who looks out for them. They have a shoulder to cry on, arms to hug them, and lips to assure them that it is all gonna be okay. I want this person to know that I will always be there, and though I cannot change the past, I can sure as hell affect the future, and as long as it is in my power, this person will have an endless stream of love and support.
When I agreed to be there for this person, I didn't know that there was so much stress and unnecessary heartache and sadness behind the facade. Now I know. And I want them to know that no matter how much sh-, I mean stuff that they are faced with, I am there for them. They don't know how much I love them, and they don't know how much I feel for them, and they NEVER will know how much I care. I have something for them that they should have had a long time ago: unconditional love and affection. I will always be there for them and I hope they know that I am not going anywhere. I am a strong person; I will be able to take on any problems of theirs along with mine.
They are (contrary to their belief) NOT a nuisance, a burden, a trouble, or any of those synomyms. They are, in fact (again, contrary to their belief) a blessing, a miracle. My shadow of an existence has been lit up by their charisma, their happiness, their kindness, their warmth. I love them so deeply, so much, that their pain is mine.
I know just as well as they do that it kills them that Fate has spereated us, but I want them to know I am as clos
e to them as I have ever felt. The distance kills me sometimes, my heart has been torn apart and scattered across the highway seperating us. The miles are like knives, seventy sharp, piercing knives driven through me, and I bleed all the time. It hurts, but I put on a smile and I bear the pain, because I know that in two weeks, my heart will be restored, and that the knives will stop hurting me. But those hours we spend together are cut short like a cruel joke. Hours become seconds; they slip through my fingers like sand through a sieve. But those weeks, they pass so slowly. Two weeks are two years, stretched out across my life, but somehow the pain is numbed whenever I hear their voice, remember their smile, hear their beautiful little laugh, the whispered words of love through the phone receiver. I hate that phone, but I do love that person. I hope they read this and they know who they are. <3
e to them as I have ever felt. The distance kills me sometimes, my heart has been torn apart and scattered across the highway seperating us. The miles are like knives, seventy sharp, piercing knives driven through me, and I bleed all the time. It hurts, but I put on a smile and I bear the pain, because I know that in two weeks, my heart will be restored, and that the knives will stop hurting me. But those hours we spend together are cut short like a cruel joke. Hours become seconds; they slip through my fingers like sand through a sieve. But those weeks, they pass so slowly. Two weeks are two years, stretched out across my life, but somehow the pain is numbed whenever I hear their voice, remember their smile, hear their beautiful little laugh, the whispered words of love through the phone receiver. I hate that phone, but I do love that person. I hope they read this and they know who they are. <3
I will never leave you. I will always be there to tell you I love you. We are far, but our hearts will always be so close. I love you.
ReplyDeleteThis person should know that we all love him and we are all there for him. Not even the biggest buildings shad a few good support beams.
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