i don't think that because you think about sex with someone, means you don't love them. yeah, of course you have to think of more than just the sex. that's a given. but i think about sex with the love of my life, because i love her. i wouldn't wanna share my sex with anyone else, in the entire world. i don't wanna share anything with anyone else, other than her. i care for her more than i've ever cared for anything in my life. i'm an overall happier person, happier than i've EVER been in my life. that's how i know i'm in love.
that's an awesome reason i think what they were getting with when they said the sex part was that your initial thoughts were not on their sexual attractiveness, and that when you do think of sex with them, it's not going at it like animals, it has passion and connection in it
yeah, i understand that as well. oh yeah, and going at it like animals can still have passion and meaning behind it, too.
maybe it's love when you break it off, crying, so that the both of you will have the opportunity to grow and expand.. and leave options open...
I do agree, but let me play devil's advocate here - if that's how you see her, what distinguishes her from a simple friend?
Blackie got two stones! Love is that intense feeling, that makes you catch your breath and increases your heart rate, you get from being around or thinking of someone special That's what I get by the way, i love your sig inbloom who is it?
I knew it was love because she was all I could think about when we weren't together, and more than I could handle when we were together, love that last is a love that challenges.
I knew it was love when he was the only one I could think about. Then I really knew when he left for 3 months without being able to have contact. I fall in love with him everytime he walks in a room. And after being married for a while, he still takes my breath away.
I knew it was love because all I had to do was touch him and I felt love flow out of my heart like a river, and seep out of my skin like a perfume. And I couldn't stop wanting to touch him. And I smiled just thinking about him. And even in my dreams of him love was something tangible, like having a soft pink cloud around you. And it makes you feel complete. How sad that we are not together now...I often wonder if he had any idea of how that felt, or if I was just the lucky one to have ever felt that way about someone?
She is the ONLY thing I can think about. I can barely concentrate to type this. I can feel her with me even though we are 1200 miles apart at the moment.
. . . Just let me say this . . . AAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! Haha, sorry, but somebody had to do it. The thread was about to EXPLODE with compressed romance.