so tired that everything is all about sex and very little (if at all) about love. this is our greatest tragedy and explains why things rarely last. the thrill of sex is meant to last for only a moment but love was built to last through even the greatest of storms into forever. how can we teach the next generations how to love when we ourselves have forgotten, or exchanged it for temporary pleasure? that is not where true joy and peace are found - two things we all greatly desire. This, of all things, is what makes it easy to refuse someone who would only treat me as some drive thru menu only to move on to the next when he's become hungry again. no thanks. I choose to value that part of myself much more than that ... no matter how many dumb ignorant acronyms people choose to make up about it.
i recently knew a great man who, when his wife died, his heart died with her. this was someone who knew how to truly love the one woman he had only known.
i recently knew a great man who, when his wife died, his heart died with her. this was someone who knew how to truly love the one woman he had only known.
