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Edging Ever Closer.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol. I’m pretty sure almost everyone knows those lyrics? You should, it’s a pretty good song. Not that the point of this is to talk about the song. And, I realise this has been blogged and bitched about plenty of times before, but it’s my turn. So let’s get on with it…
I don't quite know how to say how I feel. Those three words are said too much. They're not enough.
Truth is, I don’t know how to say how I feel. “I love you.”
Love (n.) [luhv]
A profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person or an object
How meaningless is the word love these days?
Oh, I absolutely love those shoes, they’re adorable!
…I love music!
I love this, I love that.
It’s so monotonous! Everyone throws “love” around so much, so meaninglessly. Everyone loves everything. But how can we possibly love so many things when there’s so much hate in the world?
Sure, I’m guilty too. I often say I love things; I tend to joke that I’m “like, in love” with certain famous people. But, that’s not really what I’m talking about.
What do you say when you want someone around forever; the rest of your life; eternity?
What do you say when you need to have this person around, to be able to breathe properly – and even when they are there, you can’t breathe properly, because they take your breath away?
What do you say when you’d give anything for a person; when you’d give them anything they want; when you’d take a bullet for someone?
How could that possibly be that same as that “love” thing, we all throw around like it has no meaning at all? How could you use that word to describe this feeling that offsets everything you thought you had, but makes everything so much more brilliant?
I want something more; a phrase with substance, meaning. I want just a few words that everyone doesn’t throw around so carelessly; I want something that people will keep sacred; something so much more powerful.
I suppose, for now, love will have to suffice.
Those three words are said too much. They're not enough.