Late night Ramblings
Love,
Perhaps it is just that society today is filled with the notions of true love, falling in love, soul mates and the consumer play up of this ideal. There are more love songs, romance novels, chick flicks and things to buy the one you love then ever. Perhaps I'm just falling to the curse that is the 20th and 21st century's infatuation with love.
I love 80's movies about true love, I love the corny country ballads that seem to imortalize love, or at least lust. I like reading romance novels (although I do also enjoy something a little more... mind stretching). One of my greatest dreams is to fall in love. And even greater is to have someone fall in love with me.
I believe there are people who are perfect for me out there. I know that perfect love doesn't mean never fighting or disagreeing, but instead feeling enough emotion to be willing to overcome differences and trials. I believe I was in "like" twice, once that like could have lead to love, but I was young and afraid. The second time I thought it was love, and once I discovered it wasn't I was heartbroken. I am however, now very ready to be in love. This frightens me because I'm afraid I'll pretend to be in love just because I want it so much. I'm also afraid I'll miss it.
I have had a recurring dream for most of my life (even before my socalled cowboy fetish) where a man on horseback comes up to the porch I'm sitting on, and he is my husband/lover/fiance. In these dreams I feel more love then I've ever felt in person (romantic love that is). I hope that one day I can capture this feeling in person.
Despite my down to earth facade I am a romantic person just waiting for love. Someday my prince (or cowboy) will come. If you end up being in love with me, come sweep me off my feet.
Perhaps it is just that society today is filled with the notions of true love, falling in love, soul mates and the consumer play up of this ideal. There are more love songs, romance novels, chick flicks and things to buy the one you love then ever. Perhaps I'm just falling to the curse that is the 20th and 21st century's infatuation with love.
I love 80's movies about true love, I love the corny country ballads that seem to imortalize love, or at least lust. I like reading romance novels (although I do also enjoy something a little more... mind stretching). One of my greatest dreams is to fall in love. And even greater is to have someone fall in love with me.
I believe there are people who are perfect for me out there. I know that perfect love doesn't mean never fighting or disagreeing, but instead feeling enough emotion to be willing to overcome differences and trials. I believe I was in "like" twice, once that like could have lead to love, but I was young and afraid. The second time I thought it was love, and once I discovered it wasn't I was heartbroken. I am however, now very ready to be in love. This frightens me because I'm afraid I'll pretend to be in love just because I want it so much. I'm also afraid I'll miss it.
I have had a recurring dream for most of my life (even before my socalled cowboy fetish) where a man on horseback comes up to the porch I'm sitting on, and he is my husband/lover/fiance. In these dreams I feel more love then I've ever felt in person (romantic love that is). I hope that one day I can capture this feeling in person.
Despite my down to earth facade I am a romantic person just waiting for love. Someday my prince (or cowboy) will come. If you end up being in love with me, come sweep me off my feet.
posted by Wendy's Stories at
1:02 AM
1 Comments:
I thought I was in love once. Now that I look back is was much more of an infatuation on both parts. I know I'm not ready for that now. And part of me thinks I ever will open up again. That kind of stinks because I know I'm missing out on some wicked opportunities by being all shy and "nonchalant". Really, all I want is someone to cuddle with. Is that too much to ask?
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