Love
It's strange stuff innit. Never know where it's going to pop up and appear next, and ~98% of the time, it's completely and utterly unexpected too. It's a driving force though, and can lead us to doing all sorts of weird-arse crazy whacky wonderful shit. Of course, it also leads to some of Life™'s greatest disaters too, but what the heck, it's all part of the fun anyway.
When I love, I'm loving 'cause I can't not love. The object of my affections may or may not be aware of the fact that they are being loved, but their knowledge of its existence has no effect on its existence. Said knowledge can alter the intensity however, in that reciprocated feelings and emotions, and glances out the corner of the eye, and brushes past, and um... yeah, reciprocation is a Good Thing™. Why? Because loving is Good, and it's healthy, and yeah, it's fun stuff too.
And I should drag myself off to bed and leave my God to do his own promotional work, since he too is all about the love. 'S a good job I love him then really, innit. :)
crossposted from my LJ to lokeans
When I love, I'm loving 'cause I can't not love. The object of my affections may or may not be aware of the fact that they are being loved, but their knowledge of its existence has no effect on its existence. Said knowledge can alter the intensity however, in that reciprocated feelings and emotions, and glances out the corner of the eye, and brushes past, and um... yeah, reciprocation is a Good Thing™. Why? Because loving is Good, and it's healthy, and yeah, it's fun stuff too.
And I should drag myself off to bed and leave my God to do his own promotional work, since he too is all about the love. 'S a good job I love him then really, innit. :)
crossposted from my LJ to lokeans 