What is love? It seems like such a simple question, yet it is one that is incredibly loaded. Different people will give different answers. Many can’t describe what love is, what it feels like. I’ve heard tons of times that “you just KNOW when you are in love”. Some people are so caught up in this idea of being in love, that at the tiniest hint of infatuation they automatically assume “THIS IS IT! THIS IS LOVE!”, they throw the “L” word around and beofre you know it their significant other is running for the hills, freaked out by this proclamation of undying love.
Then, presumably, we graduate from high school and move on to college and being an adult and knowing the difference. Actually, that’s not true. Even throughout college, there are those who don’t understand what love really is. Perhaps they’ve never felt it before, perhaps they have but mis-understood what it was. Perhaps they’re just too shallow to give “Love” a chance.
I will admit, for a very long time I had a horrible misconception of what love was. I thought i’d felt it a few times, but having never felt it before (and only having “you’ll know it when you feel it” as a description of what it was) I, like others, got it all wrong. I dated a few girls through high school and college, most of whom I don’t talk to at all anymore. The most notable exception to the “not talking to anymore” being my current girlfriend, but she’s admittedly a special case. Let me explain why.
I think, now, that I can safely say I was never really “in love” with any of the girls i dated prior to Ann. Sure, I may have said I was, and I probably even believed it at the time, but hindsight is 20/20 and now I have something that easily shows me how wrong I was. What’s that “something”, you ask? Why, that something would be Love.
I really honestly feel that I have found true love. I’m completely happy with my relationship. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about Ann at least a hundred times. I wake up many days, and smile. That’s unusual given that I don’t like waking up in the morning. I smile, though, because I’ll be seeing Ann that day. I enjoy taking trips with her to see her family, or to visit my family. I enjoy going out and doing stuff with her, and I enjoy staying in and relaxing with her too. More importantly, though, is that I can’t imagine life without her.
All I can say is, I am 10000% content right now. And that’s good enough for me.
So, what is love? What does it feel like? Well, the answer is simple: You’ll know it when you feel it.
*Queue sappy music*
You couldn’t be more correct John, if someone who thinks they are in love and has to ask someone, “What does love feel like?” then obviously they don’t know and have never been in love. That’s why I’m glad to say I’m marrying my first ( I say first because all the girls I’ve dated in the past I didn’t love, even if I thought I did) and only love
I’ll get to the point where I’m ready to get married eventually. Until then I am happy where I am. And hey, I too am with my first love
I three am with my first love, and it isn’t as simple as a feeling let me tell you what. We have been together nearly 6.5 years, and every day is a challenge. For me, I know it’s love because she has long since become the voice in my head. She’s the person I want to talk to when something good happens, and when something bad happens. I can see a future with her, a family, all that jazz. And even when I question myself, it makes me feel better to think of her, or to hear her tell me that she loves me. So for me, that’s what love is. I never thought at such a young age would I be ready to be married, and I question whether I am ready still, but I am solidified by my love for her. I don’t know what I would do without my Unny!
From one of those ex’s that you don’t speak to anymore…
I’m glad that you and Ann have found happiness. And no hard feelings, even about the fact that you never loved any of us (I speak on behalf on John’s ex’s I guess). You deserve the best in life, but you already know that.
Now that we’re past the past though, maybe you shouldn’t “not talk” to your ex’s. At one time, you were at least good friends with them.
Ann: whom I know must read this page. Congratulations! He’s a great guy. Don’t let it go. They’re one in a million.
Why should I ever feel compelled to talk to somebody who cheated on me, twice?
I may have at one time been good friends with you, or any of my other ex’s. Certainly it seemed that way at the time. But friends don’t stab their friends in the back. Friends honestly care about their friends. They don’t lie. They don’t cheat. They don’t steal. And when they *do* any of those things, they cease to be friends.
I don’t have many good close friends. I don’t enjoy losing them, or getting rid of them. At the same time, though, when one is shown to have had a complete disregard for my feelings, and has shown such disrespect as you showed me why should I want to maintain that friendship?
With Ann, I don’t worry about her cheating on me. I don’t have to. With Ann, I don’t have to worry what she goes blabbering about with regards to our personal life, in a very public setting. She doesn’t do that. She respects me. With Ann, I don’t have to worry. Period.
Now, I don’t say these things and mean negative things about ALL of my ex’s. As you may have noticed, there are a couple of comments from Christine on here, who happens to be an ex as well. I wouldn’t call us best friends, but we certainly are civil, and I don’t hold any malice towards her. I’m capable of having friendships with ex’s, when it makes sense to do so. But there are times, like now, when an ex forfeits any rights to friendship.
I agree 100% with my friend Milton!
I’m well aware of what I’ve found in John. He’s a wonderful, incredible, and truly amazing man. I’m thankful each and every day for his presence in my life and I wouldn’t change a thing about him or us. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t love him more than the day before.
She sounds like a keeper, Milty!