Wednesday, January 28, 2009
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Tuesday, January 13, 2009
My angel, my all, my very self -- only a few words today and at that with your pencil -- not till tomorrow will my lodgings be definitely determined upon -- what a useless waste of time. Why this deep sorrow where necessity speaks -- can our love endure except through sacrifices -- except through not demanding everything -- can you change it that you are not wholly mine, I not wholly thine?Oh, God! look out into the beauties of nature and comfort yourself with that which must be -- love demands everything and that very justly -- that it is with me so far as you are concerned, and you withme. If we were wholly united you would feel the pain of it as little as I!Now a quick change to things internal from things external. We shall surely see each other; moreover, I cannot communicate to you the observations I have made during the last few days touching my own life -- if our hearts were always close together I would make none of the kind. My heart is full of many things to say to you - Ah! -- there are moments when I feel that speech is nothing after all -- cheer up -- remain my true, only treasure, my all as I am yours; the gods must send us the rest that which shall be best for us.
Your faithful, Ludwig
I wake filled with thoughts of you. Your portrait and the intoxicating evening which we spent yesterday have left my senses in turmoil. Sweet, incomparable Josephine, what a strange effect you have on my heart! Are you angry? Do I see you looking sad? Are you worried?... My soul aches with sorrow, and there can be no rest for you lover; but is there still more in store for me when, yielding to the profound feelings which overwhelm me, I draw from your lips, from your heart a love which consumes me with fire? Ah! it was last night that I fully realized how false an image of you your portrait gives!You are leaving at noon; I shall see you in three hours.Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in return, for they set my blood on fire.
August 15, 1846-Gustave Flaubert
I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy. I want to gorge you with all the joys of the flesh, so that you faint and die. I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess toyourself that you had never even dreamed of such transports... When you are old, I want you to recall those few hours, I want your dry bones to quiver with joy when you think of them.
being held when you need it most, or when you just feel like being held
feeling the warm rain on your face
giving up the window seat even when you REALLY want it
feeling sad for someone else's sadness
getting butterflies in your tummy even after being with somebody for years
being excited at the mere thought of seeing someone again
being silent in the same room and feeling completely at ease
feeling happy for someone even when it means losing them
not being able to imagine your life without the other person
doing nothing at all and still having the time of your life
wanting to give up everything in order to make someone happy
seeing someone after a long time and feeling as if no time has passed bewteen you
giving up your own comfort and happiness to make someone else comfortable and happy
no conditions attached
...to be continued...
PS: Please feel free to add to this, I would love to hear what Love means to you!