Friday, November 2, 2012

I Need To Read This...

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I first experienced love through books.  I've been a bookworm from the very first word I was able to decipher on a page filled with words.  Lately I haven't read much for pleasure.  I've grown into somewhat of an impatient woman with my entertainment as has much of the world around me, with a preference towards movies and television.  But I remember the beauty of losing myself in the story of whatever I was reading, especially the love stories.  For the longest time I thought that was where love, the purest form of love, really lived.  I mean, I hadn't experienced yet myself.  I hadn't seen it play out in reality around me the way it did in my books, so of course I thought it only lived in my books like every other fantasy story.

And then I experienced it myself.  Even with  it being just my one sided love, it finally clicked.  Really clicked.  THIS is what they were talking about in my books.  It didn't just sound nice and wonderful.  In reality it was SO. Much. Better.  But I was still missing something.  I'm still missing something.  What does it feel like to be loved back, with the same strength and intensity that I love and to really feel that I'm being loved that way?  I didn't fully realize that I was missing it until I read the Ernest Hemingway passage above.  Maybe I'm not loving outwardly as fully as I think I am now and thus I'm not feeling it returned.  I don't know.  What I do know is that I need to read A Farewell to Arms...




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