There’s a beautiful song, performed by Celine Dion that says: “You were my strength when I was weak, my words when I couldn’t speak, you gave me faith cause you believe, you saw the best that was in me. I’m everything I am because you love me”. That’s the best prove that some people also thinks or feels what I feel.
The song emphasizes brilliantly one of the best mature love stories I’ve ever seen in a movie. The film is “Up close and personal” starring Robert Redford and Michelle Pfeiffer.
The fact is that I’ve always believed that love should be something special, at least more special than some people seems to think. And as I’m getting used to it, I’ll say (or write, never mind) what I think about it.
First I’ll say what I think that love is not. Love is not to taste one person after the other, like they were jackets, until you find someone you can bear living with, because the idea of living alone is too hard to even think about it.
Love can’t be just lusting after everyone we find attractive. Your partner must be someone special, someone that makes disappear anybody else (romantically speaking) at the moment you spot him/her.
Your love must be someone that you can see and that may see you as who you really are. A complete person, so you can help each other, trust and depend, but not hung on them.
The one with who you can build yourselves by holding hands. Somebody to respect, admire, share and live with. Someone who you can fight the daily arguments with the reason, patience, constancy and perseverance, you have willingly chosen by love, not by fear of a misunderstood loneliness.
And if there’s other people that also thinks it is possible, that gives me forces to go out every day hoping that I’ll turn a corner and I’LL FIND HIM, despite this horrible fleeting feeling I have sometimes that tells me that we are not just in a different planet, but in a different dimension.
The thing is that I have a hard and deep hunch that this kind of love exists, and that I may even know how it feels. The question is how can I know how it feels if I’ve never had it?
Then, if I want/need someone/a man, that gives me forces when I feel weak… and when I have tried so hard, so many times, to give them to others. Is what I’m asking for too much to ask?
The song emphasizes brilliantly one of the best mature love stories I’ve ever seen in a movie. The film is “Up close and personal” starring Robert Redford and Michelle Pfeiffer.
The fact is that I’ve always believed that love should be something special, at least more special than some people seems to think. And as I’m getting used to it, I’ll say (or write, never mind) what I think about it.
First I’ll say what I think that love is not. Love is not to taste one person after the other, like they were jackets, until you find someone you can bear living with, because the idea of living alone is too hard to even think about it.
Love can’t be just lusting after everyone we find attractive. Your partner must be someone special, someone that makes disappear anybody else (romantically speaking) at the moment you spot him/her.
Your love must be someone that you can see and that may see you as who you really are. A complete person, so you can help each other, trust and depend, but not hung on them.
The one with who you can build yourselves by holding hands. Somebody to respect, admire, share and live with. Someone who you can fight the daily arguments with the reason, patience, constancy and perseverance, you have willingly chosen by love, not by fear of a misunderstood loneliness.
And if there’s other people that also thinks it is possible, that gives me forces to go out every day hoping that I’ll turn a corner and I’LL FIND HIM, despite this horrible fleeting feeling I have sometimes that tells me that we are not just in a different planet, but in a different dimension.
The thing is that I have a hard and deep hunch that this kind of love exists, and that I may even know how it feels. The question is how can I know how it feels if I’ve never had it?
Then, if I want/need someone/a man, that gives me forces when I feel weak… and when I have tried so hard, so many times, to give them to others. Is what I’m asking for too much to ask?
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