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| So can your heart be divided? Can we really get over people we said that we loved? Is our heart like a filing cabinet where we have to move files around to different places after a relationship? How do you know when you love someone? How do you move on?
People tell me to move on, like it is just a decision I have to make. They make it seem like a broken heart is just a trivial matter. They treat it like it is just as easy as choosing which shoes to buy. "I'll take a pair of the black stilleto heels, and while I am at it I'll take a new heart, to replace the one that got broken."
Recently my heart got broken by someone I love alot. I have had boyfriends before, but I was the one who dumped them, and while that hasn't been easy, it never caused the pain that I have experienced. I tried to chalk it up to the fact that this was the first time I ever got dumped. I tried to explain away the feelings I felt to the fact that there were other stresses in my life. But in all honesty, my heart got broken.
Now I am in a dilema. There is another guy, a sweet guy, a guy who has the potential for me to like him alot. However, do I have to be completely over this other guy before I start something with guy number 2? Is it fair to start something while I am still sorting out my feelings? Do we ever really get over our first love?
You read novels about women who never got over their first love but went on to marry someone else. Is that fair? To me it seems impossible to be able to love two people. I wish there was a formula to make the love go away. A formula on how you get on with your life. And if I do go on with my life, did I really love him in the way that I thought?
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| So, the whole dating thing. I grew up with the old black and white movies, where guys meet girls, tell them how they feel and they go dancing off into the sunset. Sometimes there are obstacles, but they are usually short lived and comic in nature.
What has changed? Recently there have been situations where the lines between dating and being friends have gotten a little shady. If you make out with a friend exclusively, does that mean you are dating by default? Is there really such a thing as friends with benefits? Could this whole attitude be the cause of so much heartbreak and tears?
How does dating in this generation work? Can we expect for a guy to show up on our doorstep with flowers and chocolate? Can we expect late night walks on the beach holding hands and counting stars? Or does our view of romance need to change?
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| They say into every life, a little rain must fall,
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| So far my entries have been nothing but fluff, but today I wanted to share what I have been thinking about soulmates.
Do I believe in soulmates? Is there one perfect person for each
person? I just don't know. Does your soulmate have to be
the person you marry? Can your soulmate be a friend or a
relative? Is there only one per person, or can you have many to
deal with all the different parts of you?
I just don't know the answers to these questions. My romantic self
want to believe in soulmates, and in fate and in the idea that no
matter what happens you and your soulmates paths will cross. I
just can't believe that there isn't a least a little bit of
soulmate"ish" that is true.
We all crave true companionship. Someone with whom you can have a
conversation with just your eyes. Someone who knows when you need
to talk and when you just need to be held. Someone you can be
silly and have flour fights while you bake cookies. Someone you
can wake up next to and spend an infinite amount of time just watching
sleep. Someone to watch the years go by with. Is that a
soulmate? The other piece of your lifes puzzle?
Soul: spiritual, immortal part of a person, moral emotional or
intellectual part, a person regarded as the animating or essential part
of something, emotional of intellectual energy.
Mate: each of a pair, well fit, a friend or fellow worker
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| I have decided that when you come to a certain age you realize that being a kid was cool. I spent my childhood wanting to be an adult, wanting to act cool. Tuesday I spent the day playing, something I haven't done for so long. It was great. I got to play in a moonbounce. It was fun, and then we decided to put a hose inside and ran it down the slide. It was great fun, although the next morning I remembered that I am not a kid anymore, as I was so sore and bruised! It was a nice little vacation though!
(You may have noticed that I am watching old Star Trek movies. I actually found a fellow Trekki at my work, and am enjoying having someone to be a geek with! | | |
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