ABOUT ME
• crazy but not wild
• Devoted
• Loved
• I'm addicted to my bunshin, music, writing, my bunshin, bleach, pictures, did i say my bunshin yet?
• I love to dance... i move.
• I'm fascinated with anime
• I love rainy Monday mornings
• I dream of a simple life
• I love traveling
• I stay home simply to spend time with my family
• I recently got bitten by the computer bug
• I love theater
• I have deep affection for dogs
• I love drawing but drawing seems to have developed a mild aversion towards me
• If given a chance, I'd go to VIENNA!
• I love my bunshin
• I love hugging
• When deeply saddened or undeniably happy, i write.
• my life is an unwritten book filled with wonderful adventures
contact >> ♥ miaka ♥
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Love is much like a dam; if you allow a tiny crack to which only a trickle of water can pass,
That trickle will quickly bring down the whole structure, ,and soon no one will be able to control the force of the current.
For when those walls come down, then love takes over, and it no longer matters what is possible or impossible; it doesn’t even matter whether we can keep the loved one at our side. To love is to lose control.
It is risky falling in love.
I know that, I answered. I’ve been in love before. It’s like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender.
The next day you want more. You’re not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things.
You think about the person you love for two minutes, and you forget them for three hours.
But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them.
Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes.
If he’s not there, you feel like an addict who can’t get a fix.
And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need,
You’re willing to do anything for love.
But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice or a dozen times in our life,
We always face a brand new situation.
Love can consign us to hell or paradise, but it always takes us somewhere.
We simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence.
If we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lack the courage to stretch out a hand
And pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life. We have to take love where we find it,
Even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness.
The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us.
And save us.
A thousand times I wanted to take his hand, and a thousand times I stopped myself.
I was still confused – I wanted to tell him I loved him, but I didn’t know how to begin.
I have always loved you, he began. I kept the medal, thinking that someday I would give it to you.
I wrote the letters to you and opened every letter of yours afraid that you would tell me that you had found someone.
If pain must come, may it come quickly.
Because I have a life to live, and I need to live it the best way possible.
If he has to make a choice, may he make it now. Then I will either wait for him or forget him.
Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.
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