I’ve recently freed myself from a relationship that I knew I was settling for. He was a nice person, and he was close to what I wanted … but he wasn’t “the one”. Honestly, the major problem in our relationship was that I don’t believe I loved him. I think when the going gets tough in relationships it still works out because you love that person. I think that it why the going was so tough for us.
I also have been fighting off feelings for the last year that I hold for someone else. And boy he is he wonderful. You might even say I L.O.V.E him.
Whatever that is.
So this situation that I’ve stumbled upon has got me to think… what actually is love? The first thing that came to mind is the movie Sleepless in Seattle, when Sam is talking to the doctor on the phone and says:
"I knew it the very first time I touched her. It was like coming home, only to no home I’d ever known. I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car. I know, and it was like … magic".
Next that brings me to the movie You’ve Got Mail:
"You know, sometimes I wonder…"
"Well if I hadn’t been Fox Books and you hadn’t been The Shop Around the Corner, and you and I had just, well, met…"
"Yeah. I would have asked for your number, and I wouldn’t have been able to wait twenty-four hours before calling you and said ‘Hey, how about … oh, how about some coffee or, you know, drinks or dinner or a movie … for as long as we both shall live?"
"I was hoping it was you"
And this is from my life:
"The best feeling in the world is when you look at him … and he is already staring".