From Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem In Memoriam:27, 1850:
I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
The poem above is really neat and kind of catchy, but I have to say that I strongly disagree with this statement. You’re not talking to someone who hasn’t experienced this perpetual quagmire; I’m the actual embodiment of this statement, but I don’t know if I think it is better to have loved and lost. I mean I guess having your heart ripped out into a thousand pieces, investing time, fights, arguments, date planning, stressing about looks, changing who you are, all in the name of love; yeah
I guess having these experiences are so much better than not loving at all. Well I’ve sorrowed most my dear Lord Tennyson; even now my heart is a moment away from exploding from the incredulous attitude love displays towards me. A woman who can fully love me and honestly love me is almost laughable. To be perfectly honest I sometimes struggle with the fact that my own mother and sister fully love me. I never knew it to be possible to be loved by a woman; not the way that I love them. I’m not saying that my mother or my sister don’t love me, but sometimes I feel that I love all by myself and when it comes to being romantically in love with a woman; laughable, yeah I’m in love, but clearly she’s in love with the moment rather than the man.
So why in the hell do I keep going back? Why do I keep yielding to love? Why do I fall in love over and over again to continue to be disappointed? It has happened all my life. And for the people that always come out their face and say well I’ve never seen you with a girlfriend; I’m here to tell you one, to mind your business and stay out my personal life, two; I would bring them around, but they don’t last that long, and three; I only introduce the women in my life to the people that truly matter. So one or two things will happen; either you don’t matter to me and won’t get the privilege of meeting the women I get into a relationship with, or I’ve just haven’t got to a point to introduce them to you, because I’m not sure it’s going to last.
I have no idea why I wrote that last paragraph. Anyway, I just want to say that I don’t have a problem with love, loving a woman, or being in love with a woman; I just have a problem with a woman who loves me back. That will give me their all as I give them my all. They don’t risk it all for me, love me with minimal expectations for themselves and only give me the minimal; burned out women who have put all that blind devotion into a negative man, they don’t have enough to love a good man the right way; they are in love with someone else, still dating an ex behind my back, I’m just a sexual fling, I’m there youthful dessert, personal savior, trial experiment, placeholder, comma, semi-colon, but never ever their ending to the sentence. I’m to be used and abused. I know no other role to play. Cursed I told you cursed to forever be alone and watch those around me find love. Is it such a miserable existence though?
But you were different…
jwriter
visit me at joe4christ.blogspot.com
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
The poem above is really neat and kind of catchy, but I have to say that I strongly disagree with this statement. You’re not talking to someone who hasn’t experienced this perpetual quagmire; I’m the actual embodiment of this statement, but I don’t know if I think it is better to have loved and lost. I mean I guess having your heart ripped out into a thousand pieces, investing time, fights, arguments, date planning, stressing about looks, changing who you are, all in the name of love; yeah
I guess having these experiences are so much better than not loving at all. Well I’ve sorrowed most my dear Lord Tennyson; even now my heart is a moment away from exploding from the incredulous attitude love displays towards me. A woman who can fully love me and honestly love me is almost laughable. To be perfectly honest I sometimes struggle with the fact that my own mother and sister fully love me. I never knew it to be possible to be loved by a woman; not the way that I love them. I’m not saying that my mother or my sister don’t love me, but sometimes I feel that I love all by myself and when it comes to being romantically in love with a woman; laughable, yeah I’m in love, but clearly she’s in love with the moment rather than the man.
So why in the hell do I keep going back? Why do I keep yielding to love? Why do I fall in love over and over again to continue to be disappointed? It has happened all my life. And for the people that always come out their face and say well I’ve never seen you with a girlfriend; I’m here to tell you one, to mind your business and stay out my personal life, two; I would bring them around, but they don’t last that long, and three; I only introduce the women in my life to the people that truly matter. So one or two things will happen; either you don’t matter to me and won’t get the privilege of meeting the women I get into a relationship with, or I’ve just haven’t got to a point to introduce them to you, because I’m not sure it’s going to last.
I have no idea why I wrote that last paragraph. Anyway, I just want to say that I don’t have a problem with love, loving a woman, or being in love with a woman; I just have a problem with a woman who loves me back. That will give me their all as I give them my all. They don’t risk it all for me, love me with minimal expectations for themselves and only give me the minimal; burned out women who have put all that blind devotion into a negative man, they don’t have enough to love a good man the right way; they are in love with someone else, still dating an ex behind my back, I’m just a sexual fling, I’m there youthful dessert, personal savior, trial experiment, placeholder, comma, semi-colon, but never ever their ending to the sentence. I’m to be used and abused. I know no other role to play. Cursed I told you cursed to forever be alone and watch those around me find love. Is it such a miserable existence though?
But you were different…
jwriter
visit me at joe4christ.blogspot.com
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