As much as I like to believe lust and love are two separate concepts, it could just be a fallacy to cope; trick my mind into believing I'm not in love every time I have sex; that I don't know what love is or how it should be. Truth is, I don't. Who does?
Is love just sex? Just affection? Having fun together? Fighting, but making up? Sounds like just about anybody could fill that criteria and in fact, I've found somebody who does. But I refuse to believe we're in love... So what is it, REALLY?
I'm trying to believe in the concept of soul mates the same why I used to, but honestly I think that's a load of crap. You love someone so much, you're best friends, and the intimacy is better than anyone you've ever been with. Is that love? Because I don't feel it...
Is it possible to stop yourself from feeling love? What if you've met the person you're supposed to marry and you don't even know it?
Do we choose who to fall in love with or does it just happen? I could spend the rest of my life picking out traits I'd want in my perfect man, find him, and never fall in love with him. But how do you go through life hoping fate will let your desires walk past you with intention?
Sometimes I feel like we really do pick our own battles, especially as women. There is no way around it. We want what we can't have even though we know it'll end badly. But somewhere, beneath that permeable layer, we've got it all figured out. We've got something; just enough something to tell us what we want, who we want, and how to get it.
Woman's intuition.
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