Oh!
Oh! oh! oh! Italy won! Oh happy day. Night. This is the way a match should be -- hard-bitten and hard-fought, with spectacular goals at the very last minute. It was late and the house was still, so I did my tribal victory dance on tiptoe and howled in pleasure very quietly. I don't care if it's just a game and the players are a ridiculously enthusiastic, primitive sweating grimacing thundering herd. Hallelujah! Forza Italia! Whoof, am not used to being so unabashedly partisan.
And then I had to read for an hour before my heart rate settled to normal cynic levels. Which allowed me a threadbare four hours of lively sleep.
And then I had to read for an hour before my heart rate settled to normal cynic levels. Which allowed me a threadbare four hours of lively sleep.
posted by frantyck at 10:07 AM
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I know this is unrelated to your blog. Still...
How I Loved -Swetank
Love was when the wait was a misery, when waiting was the biggest pleasure. Love was when company was all you desired, when company was all that mattered. Love was when things smiled at you and you smiled back at them. Love was when dreams had no place in life, when it was a dream that you were living. Love was when the heartbeat quickened at the mention of a name, when the heart skipped a beat at the sight of a face. Love was when a voice was music, when a voice could soothe you, when it could break all barriers and remove all shackles. Love was when a touch touched your heart, when a touch was as good as the meeting of your souls. Love was the holding of hands and furtive glances to see if anyone was watching. Love was a wink in public. Love was an unexpected gift. Love was when you stopped yourself from saying those words, when you said something you didn’t intend to, when both of you blushed. Love was when you stooped low, when ego mattered not, when self-respect was not a consideration. Love was what you carried with you. Love was when you were with your love. Love was the gifting of a rose. Love was your happiness.
Love was the tinge of green in the white expanse of snow. Love was the aroma of the rain-wetted ground. Love was the chirping of a bird. Love was the setting of the sun, the splashes of color on the canvas they call the sky. Love was the game of hide and seek that moon played at night. Love was the birth of a sapling, the blooming of a flower. Love was screaming of the wind. Love was the distant elusive view. Love was the twinkling of the stars. Love was the peak of the tallest mountain. Love was the tear in your eye. Love was the breaking of your voice. Love was the shaking of your arms. Love was when you went weak in the knees. Love was when you could think of no one else. Love was when you wanted to think of no one else. Love was when no one else mattered. Love was when you mattered, when love mattered.
I thought this was love.
Then I fell in love.
I had a responsibility towards her. I came to know that was love. I so wanted to tell her but could not hurt her. That, I knew was love. I spent all my time with her, but it was never enough. Every moment of mine was smeared in love. The more I thought of her, the more she dominated my thoughts. That became of love. I forgot my aims and her aims were mine. That became of love. I felt she wanted me around. That became of love. I thought she needed me. Thus changed the definition of love. I thought I was being selfless and she could not even comprehend my depths. Thus warped my thoughts, love. I thought I showed strength when I made her cry. It gave me satisfaction. Thus I loved. I wanted her to do as I wished. Love guided me to it. I let her speak and never let my thoughts out, afraid I might lose her. Thus love had me bound. I spewed poison behind her back as love would not let me reprimand her. Thus love it was, that turned me into a monster.
Love was but my perception of her. Love was what I wanted of her. Love was my happiness under a façade of her happiness. Love was my desires fulfilled but at her cost. Love was mine, but it was her responsibility to bear the pains of it. Love is blind, but she was supposed to stumble in my stead. Love inspires you. I tried my best to inspire her from my love. Love is supposed to be beautiful. I wanted her to acknowledge that I was beautiful and so were my feelings. Love knows no limits. My limits always stretched a little farther than the space she allowed. Love is the happiness of the one you love. I rejoiced when I gave her that happiness. If that happiness came from someplace else, I squirmed at my failure to be the cause of it every single time. Her happiness did not give me pleasure. I wanted her to be happy at my success. I wanted her success to depend on me.
I succeeded in all of the above.
I realized, I had started with love.
I remained.
Love ended.
So much for the king of all virtues, being selfless in love. So much for the paragon of emotions, LOVE.
For those few readers who pass this way, the entire content of the post by 'Anonymous' above is from a blog named 'Eyes Speak Lies', by an individual named Swetank. The original post on Swetank's blog is available at:
http://cuddlefondlesnuggle.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-i-loved.html#links
Swetank has been generous enough to allow this comment to stand.
Why don't you just delete the entire thing?
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