Tag: love

  • I want to sleep with you, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. I don’t know, I guess something about being able to synchronize our breathing to our own heartbeats really attracts me to the idea. I’d love to fall asleep to the sound of your voice and the smell of your hair. If I had my way, we’d cuddle and tell each other childhood stories before finally falling into a silent bliss. I want to sleep with you because I want to see if you snore, and if you do, I’ll tease you about it for the rest of our lives together. I want to be able to wake you up with a dozen kisses, just to stare into your eyes and silently communicate to you just how much I love you, because I just can’t find the words. Look forward to waking up to the smell of pancakes and pure sunshine, but don’t go anywhere. Yes that’s right, I’m cooking you breakfast in bed.

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  • I’m sitting here, staring at my keyboard, desperately wanting to write something that would bring some semblance of solace or calm to my existence right now, but nothing. Complete and utter nothingness. That’s how empty and insignificant life appears to be right now.

    Not even a deep sigh provides any relief. The bitter taste of betrayal lingers for so long when dished out in cold healthy servings by one most loved. I’ve got so many questions that will never be answered. Important questions. Questions which if answered, may hold some promise of peace or at least relief from the angst of not knowing. But not even this small mercy is offered. Is this the price to be paid for believing in someone? For assuming the best of them and looking past their failures and accepting them for all the beauty they hold inside but are too afraid to show the world from fear of ridicule or rejection? Can someone really be so calculated and cruel by nature, or is it fear, paralysing fear that brings out the worst cowards in us?

  • The Purpose of Life

    To be available to those that have a need to benefit from the resources that you have at your disposal so that their life’s trials may be lightened by the burdens of your own. Your ability to dispense of these benefits in a magnanimous and selfless manner is directly proportional to the perceived level of dignity and respect by which you’ll be addressed or received. Forming symbiotic relationships with those that have resources that serve your needs proportional to the resources you have to serve their needs is what would tend towards a healthy exchange of benefits and trials leading to procreation within the confines of wedlock…that’s of course only if you choose to maintain your dignity in the process. If not, it will lead to procreation out of wedlock, or perhaps no possibility of procreation at all if your choice is an unnatural relationship.

    So in a nutshell, using and being used if done with dignity and respect, will lead to an honourable and happy life. Maybe.

  • Not Quite a Shakespearean Sonnet

    How do I love thee?
    I cannot count the ways.
    Not the fluttering in my heart,
    Nor the shortness in my breath,
    Nor the lightness in my step,
    Not even the sparkle in my eyes at the thought of you,
    Or the elation in my soul at the sound of your sweet smile,
    None of this will ever truly hint at how much I love thee.

    Perhaps a hug,
    No, an enshrouding embrace with a lingering caress of your lips
    may shed some light into the depth of my love.
    But even then, the truth of my love will still remain untold.

    For I love thee like I’ve loved no other,
    And I live for thee, which I’ve never done for another.
    So you must love me,
    And you must cherish me,
    And you must hold me,
    And never leave me.
    For if you do, it will destroy me,
    And neither you nor I will ever be blessed with such a love again.

  • Hypocrisy Perfected

    Hypocrisy definedThey say that the fear of ridicule breeds the most repugnant of cowards. So then the most repugnant of cowards must surely breed the most despicable of hypocrites. And hypocrites by definition cannot be happy or fulfilled people. 

    There’s a fine line between being selfish enough to sustain our own soul’s desires, and sacrificing enough to selflessly contribute to the life experiences of others. Being human lies somewhere between being a narcissist and a martyr. And hypocrisy has no part to play at all.

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  • Integrity is Dead

    Betrayal never is an easy pill to swallow, no matter how jaded I might be. The worst of it is when I find myself compelled to question every moment of sincerity that I expended in affection, admiration and respect towards those that I held in such high esteem. People, including me, often suggest that no matter the outcome, the good memories of what has been can never be taken away. I know now that that is absolute rubbish!

    Betrayal sours good memories. But worse than that, it creates doubts where there should be none, where we can’t afford to have any. Not only does it raise questions about the inherent integrity of the betrayer, but it also calls to question every instinctive judgement call I ever made. How can I trust myself to see good in others if time after time I have been proven wrong about my assumptions through the simply callous act of betrayal? How am I supposed to believe in others, see the good in them and give them the benefit of the doubt if every single time it appears that I completely missed their deceptive manipulations?

    Being trusting is so easily, and seemingly justifiably misconstrued as being naive instead. I can’t live suspiciously while maintaining a facade of sincerity. At least I choose not to. And so it seems that if I persist in staying true to myself, I risk growing old alone and isolated, with my nearest and dearest only appreciating the veneer of me, whilst being totally oblivious to the emptiness that echoes inside, waiting desperately for the arrival of one that I can embrace completely. Perhaps that shows in some subliminal way which is what scares them off due to the overwhelming expectation of true commitment and trust.

    But I can’t accept that I am alone in this want, in this desire to have a true companion. Surely every human being has a need to be understood, accepted and appreciated? If this be true, then why do others not seem to want it as much as I do? Are we all victims of our own betrayals? Too many questions, not enough answers, and certainly a scarcity of sincerity to make any responses even plausibly trustworthy.

    Like I said before, integrity is dead. Self-preservation killed it.

  • Silence can never render the heart’s true yearnings irrelevant or obsolete…it only makes it more torturous until fulfilled…if ever.

    Cynically Jaded

  • To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless—it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.

     Oneway 

     C.S. Lewis quotes (British Scholar and Novelist. 1898-1963)