Monday, October 11, 2010

A Few Good Men

"A woman one loves rarely suffices for all our needs, so we deceive her with another whom we do not love." - Marcel Proust

How can one not lose faith when all you get is silence? Is one never good enough? Must there always be a competition of sorts for the chase to continue and allure? In the search for the illusive perfect one what factors are key?
Sweet and kind are rarely words that I hear spoken about me. Angry, rude, cold, adventurous and a little crazy are the standard. I've never been one to openly say "I love you," and it wasn't because I was afraid of putting my feelings on the butcher block. Honestly I've never completely understood the definition of love. In relationships past when the guy would say those three little words I would start running. That was the sign to hit the road because if I stayed the chances of getting my heart broken were guaranteed.
So once again I find myself at this crossroads, but unlike before I'm not running instead I'm sinking in the quicksand. I think love is a bullshit word made up in Hollywood. I do believe that two people can share a connection and when in one another's company they feel peaceful, secure and happy. Is this love? If so, then I'm in love.
Kate (Days off are overrated)

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