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Originally posted by Talon Valdez
I know I love this girl. I knew it when I didn't have sex with her. That may sound stupid, but I never claimed to be smart, eh? Here's the deal. I wanted to spend time around her. It's as simple as that. Merely being in her presence makes me happy. I fucking well helped her fold clothes as she packed. I sat on the couch with her while she played the Sims. I went with her to wash her truck. I had ZERO chance of sex with her seeing as she had just started her period, and neither of us is down with that (once was enough, another story for a different time). I was ok with that. I skipped two parties where I know for a fact that I could've gotten laid. I skipped them to help her wash her truck. Now as I type this I'm realizing it sounds kind of stupid, but for me...Well, I guess you'd have to know me to realize how big a deal that is. Beside the point, moving on. What I'm getting at is this. I knew she was leaving. I knew I wouldn't get anything physical out of it. I knew if I pursued a relationship it would be extremely hard and probably painful. I know all of this and I still have to try. Why? I've already said it. I HAVE to. My heart is leaving me no choice in the matter.
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Sounds like love to me. Maybe it's the first time you felt this, and maybe you realize that the physical thing is not important when you love some one, and maybe you never realized that before, and that's why you think you sound stupid. Well, you don't. Parties and getting laid don't mean shit if you can be with the one you love. But you know that now.
As I said before, try and make it work, by God, it'll make you realize what life is all about. I just want to say that at 22 these things can appear larger than life at first, only to dwindle and fade out in a few months. I've been there, I wouldn't be saying this otherwise. It
can work, and you
should try and make it work if you really feel what you describe. But know that it's going to be pretty hard, simply because people change, in spite of themselves.