Love, adoration, friendship... sometimes I find myself wondering why humans host these emotions. Is it simply our primal instincts coming along and telling us to propogate the species? Can the very things we cherish so much be boiled down in an unconscious urge to breed and that's it?
I sometimes fall upon this train of thought and find that each time it scares me. I fancy myself a die-hard romantic, and so the chance that my wish to please whatever woman I'm with is outside the boundaries of my decision or control is humbling to say the most. But sometimes, my mind travels other avenues to ponder the meaning of love in total.
What is it that we get from others that will turn us into bumbling fools when normally we're well reasoned, intellectual beings? Sweaty palms, jittery stomach, mild to moderate shaking, dialated pupils, stammering, speaking before you think, any and sometimes all are associated with the feelings of first love, along with a myriad of mental and bodily reactions that I've not touched on. Under other circumstances, we would be rushing to the doctor if most of these hit us at once, yet when it's associated with caring for someone else it's described as love, amor, passion, and swooned over.
Why is it, that when you tell soemone you love them, or they say it in return to you, a smile comes upon your face... granted that the feelings are real and the words not hollow. How is it that I can hold someone, smell her hair, revel in her scent and touch, and feel as if the world was made for such moments?
Intellectual ponderances can be a hinderance at times... they can take something worth cherishing and turn it into an endless string of questions. I believe, that when the option of overthinking love and caring begin to enter my mind; rather than crush them down into their simplest forms and study them, I should live the moment and pray for more afterwards.
Afterall, cuddling a soft woman with a good scent of her skin and hair, what more to life is there?
I sometimes fall upon this train of thought and find that each time it scares me. I fancy myself a die-hard romantic, and so the chance that my wish to please whatever woman I'm with is outside the boundaries of my decision or control is humbling to say the most. But sometimes, my mind travels other avenues to ponder the meaning of love in total.
What is it that we get from others that will turn us into bumbling fools when normally we're well reasoned, intellectual beings? Sweaty palms, jittery stomach, mild to moderate shaking, dialated pupils, stammering, speaking before you think, any and sometimes all are associated with the feelings of first love, along with a myriad of mental and bodily reactions that I've not touched on. Under other circumstances, we would be rushing to the doctor if most of these hit us at once, yet when it's associated with caring for someone else it's described as love, amor, passion, and swooned over.
Why is it, that when you tell soemone you love them, or they say it in return to you, a smile comes upon your face... granted that the feelings are real and the words not hollow. How is it that I can hold someone, smell her hair, revel in her scent and touch, and feel as if the world was made for such moments?
Intellectual ponderances can be a hinderance at times... they can take something worth cherishing and turn it into an endless string of questions. I believe, that when the option of overthinking love and caring begin to enter my mind; rather than crush them down into their simplest forms and study them, I should live the moment and pray for more afterwards.
Afterall, cuddling a soft woman with a good scent of her skin and hair, what more to life is there?
i guess his charm is his flatness