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May 22, 2009 @ 11:49 PM
This is why it's so complex
Is it possible to love one (and only one) person for the rest of your life?
What if you find yourself loving more than two people at a time?
How do you know if it's love or lust? I mean, how do you REALLY know?
How long should you wait before you give up on someone? Is it even sensible to wait for someone for a long period of time?
Is it better to love than to be loved?
True/False: Is love the same with everyone?
Why do people who fall in love become so annoyingly intense?
If you love someone, why do you keep on lying to them?
If it's the best feeling in the world, shouldn't be the easiest thing too?
If everyone's looking for love then how come there are a lot of lonely people?
Theoretically, when we know that we've found the right person, what keeps us from telling them how we feel?
Why do I find it so hard to believe that there's someone out there patient enough to be with me? God knows I'm a handful.
Do we HAVE to get married? LOLZ.
What if it doesn't work out? What happens then?
What if the next one doesn't work out too? Do you just sleep it off (open to your own interpretation) and move on?
Can you force yourself to love someone?
Why do we always want the ones we can't get?
If you love and leave, does that make you less of a person?
How far are you willing to go to find love?
Don't we get enough love from our friends and family?
How do you distinguish the fake 'I love yous' from the real ones?
Will it ever get easier?
When it hurts you & drains you & crumples your heart do you stay and work it out?
Why do we find love in the strangest (not to mention the most obvious) places?
If we can't even answer these simple questions, how will we ever know what love really is?
This is why it's so complex
Is it possible to love one (and only one) person for the rest of your life?
What if you find yourself loving more than two people at a time?
How do you know if it's love or lust? I mean, how do you REALLY know?
How long should you wait before you give up on someone? Is it even sensible to wait for someone for a long period of time?
Is it better to love than to be loved?
True/False: Is love the same with everyone?
Why do people who fall in love become so annoyingly intense?
If you love someone, why do you keep on lying to them?
If it's the best feeling in the world, shouldn't be the easiest thing too?
If everyone's looking for love then how come there are a lot of lonely people?
Theoretically, when we know that we've found the right person, what keeps us from telling them how we feel?
Why do I find it so hard to believe that there's someone out there patient enough to be with me? God knows I'm a handful.
Do we HAVE to get married? LOLZ.
What if it doesn't work out? What happens then?
What if the next one doesn't work out too? Do you just sleep it off (open to your own interpretation) and move on?
Can you force yourself to love someone?
Why do we always want the ones we can't get?
If you love and leave, does that make you less of a person?
How far are you willing to go to find love?
Don't we get enough love from our friends and family?
How do you distinguish the fake 'I love yous' from the real ones?
Will it ever get easier?
When it hurts you & drains you & crumples your heart do you stay and work it out?
Why do we find love in the strangest (not to mention the most obvious) places?
If we can't even answer these simple questions, how will we ever know what love really is?