I suppose I'd be less understanding...he doesn't know what love is? I don't really know what that means. When you are in love, you just know. It's not something you can be taught or read in a book. You just are, or not. Being in love I'd say is when you put the other person first in your priorities, or at least try to as much as possible. And also when you will go to great lengths to stay with them, regardless of looks, brains, etc. It's also a form of love, kollege_gal2000, when you say you understand and will let him go to find out for himself what he wants, because you are putting his happiness and well-being above your own. It must be heart-wrenching.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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