Tuesday, July 10, 2012

The Things Which Aren't Love

Your salary is not love and your word is not love. Your clothes are not love and holding hands is not love. Sex is not love and a kiss is not love. Long letters are not love and a text is not love. Flowers are not love and a box of chocolates is not love. Sunsets are not love and photographs are not love. The stars are not love and a beach under the moonlight is not love. The smell of someone else on your pillow is not love and the feeling of their skin touching your skin is not love. Heart-shaped candy is not love and an overseas holiday is not love. The truth is not love and winning an argument is not love. Warm coffee isn't love and cheap cards bought from stores are not love.  Tears are not love and laughter is not love. A head on a shoulder is not love and messages written at the front of books given as gifts are not love. Apathy is not love and numbness is not love. A pain in your chest is not love and clenching your fist is not love. Rain is not love.

Only you. Only you, are love.

33 comments:

Anonymous said...

A crazy dump like you describes LOVE and defines LOVE every now and then!

Anonymous said...

you are amazing. that is all.

Anonymous said...

you are amazing. that is all.

Anonymous said...

Im in love with the world in you dan..

Anonymous said...

Her moving on. It reminds you of every woman you loved before her moving on, doesn't it? You never see the love you have until you lose it. She loved you shamelessly and you just walked away from it. You made a mistake by letting her go, didn't you? I know, deep down, you know you did. I love you.

Goku shrestha said...

nice ! :)

klara said...

So love is only in me, not in the outside world - but if it is in me it can be in each one of us too, does it never come out ?

H. Stos. said...

I'm in love with your blog,
I'm addicted to your words.

zdreams said...

It is just a simple fact

Anonymous said...

Being in love and being in a relationship can be mutually exclusive. It's awful how often people are forced to deal with this.

Sasha Miller said...

I agree with the other comment. You are amazing. Marry me??

Susan Scott said...

good one thank you!

Anonymous said...

there is no better definition of love than that. at least for me...
the way you put it, and the way you have wrote all these years for love, without a change in heart, with just one message in your mind, and how you keep yourself hidden from the outside world...i just wanna tell you one thing.. the person your in love with is a ghost, no one will understand it, they all think its for them, and that is what you wanna it to be. But in reality, you are the ghost your being misunderstood.

Merissa K. said...

And to think that i am blessed enough to be in the company of Love.

:')

Anonymous said...

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Anonymous said...

Hey you, I trust you more than my best friends. You are my best friend, but my mind fails convince my heart that you are simply just a friend. You, are love. Yes, love... Of the less simple variety. Despite time, tears, the effort and numerous lies to you and my heart -- no, no, no -- that love never faded.

Many times I want to turn around when I lose count of the tears that stream down my face as I walk away from you. I won't let you see me hurt. Yet my chest twists into tremendously more painful knots because my heart can't pretend that it doesn't want what it wants: You, you are love. You, you are not just my friend. Finally my heart has accepted this. So I have to keep walking now because when one door closes, another opens. I miss you everyday. I love you. I wish you the very, very best.

Anonymous said...

So beautiful. Thank you for sharing your gift with the world.

dozingdodo said...

Sometimes, it's nobody's fault. And no matter how much you want change things, you can't. Maybe that's the way it was supposed to be? Then why does your heart say otherwise? Of all the things that love isn't, Love is funny. It's funny because is makes you laugh and it makes you cry. And most of the times you aren't sure about it because it's just strange. And it happens. Sometimes it's meant to last. But so are a lot of other things. In the end, it all lies in your own hands. Maybe I have failed?

thebackgroundstory.com said...

The next time someone asks me what is love, I will have only one answer: "You."

F. said...

"klara said...

So love is only in me, not in the outside world - but if it is in me it can be in each one of us too, does it never come out ?"

Exactly. I guess what this post shows more than anything else is, there is no one definition of Love. Love means something just a little different to everyone, because love is the cumulative effect of so many meaningful acts of giving, sharing, understanding and accepting--big and small, deliberate and spontaneous. Would you give yourself to someone and then withhold from them your kisses, your words, or the feel of your skin as they rest in your arms under a sunset, because all these things 'aren't love'? Then how exactly have you GIVEN yourself--Love--to them?
By my solitary, selfish self even I am not Love.

e4ma said...

funny how we take some things which are not love to mean love, maybe cos they do contribute to making love...Love
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Any said...

I agree, I'm in love with your blog, and completely addicted to your words. You're amazing. Thank you for all this texts!

Anonymous said...

i proved i can live without you. but unless you're gonna come back will you please stay out of my dreams so i stop waking up in tears?

aiizbeiibeh said...

Love is only YOU, but most people still attached to the quote Love is blind, and they don't see in in you.

Brittany said...

Most days I'm numb. Then I come to your blog, read your words and they make me feel again. Like a dagger to the heart. Like an earthquake beneath my skin.

Thank you.

-B

Anonymous said...

Time is love. Well where are you then? Be here. Be present. Physically. Emotionally. Here, in the flesh with me, our nerves and some awkwardness. We deserve that.

GK said...

I would interpret this as: No, love isn't these things in themselves, when they are solely possessed by one; but love IS in the things you give. Even the part about the chest. I miss you so much.

lawton said...

people like us- we are never ready. then we meet that someone that scares the living caaacaaa out of us when they stick in our mind after we kick them out of our life and as much as we try to forget them, attempt to run from the memory, sabotage the foundation of the non relationship and set the ashes on fire - all in the noble name of freedom, that someone sticks to our memory and subconsciously inspires us to become ready. so you can say its over - but we both know its never over.

Ani said...

@lawton: well said! =D

Anonymous said...

i don't know what love is but i know what isn't love.
beautiful.

Me said...

You- I still love you and think of you everyday. Just because you didn't trust it doesn't mean it isn't real, doesn't exist. You can act like you hate me but I don't care, I love you and nothing you do can change that. It does exist as surely as I can write this. I wish you could have trusted it. You didn't believe I could but I never doubted you for a second. I would still give you more of my heart if it helped you see your own. Love...Your Always

Anonymous said...

You - I loved you before I even got to know you. I loved the twinkle in your eyes, the way your smile lit up the room, the way you gave me hope before you even knew my name. I supported you every step along the way: gave you hope when everything seemed lost, gave you peace when everything seemed broken, gave you shelter when everything seemed cold. I was the shoulder you could cry on, the hand you could hold, the heart you could trust. And even though you left me, even though you broke my heart, and even though I have every right to be mad at you and never want to see you again, I would still be that person if you would just open your eyes and see me standing here, ready to give you another chance... I love you - I always will

Anonymous said...

I love you with every inch of my soul, but I have to let you go. I'm so sorry. We are poison in each other's lives. I tried my very fucking best, but sometimes just running on love doesn't solve everything. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. I'm still so in love with you.