sentimentality.

11.15.06

Falling in love makes you a dreamer. You see you both on the first date, long before it takes place, imagine the time you will spend together

There´s an old saying - you like someone "because." "Because" they have blue eyes, or a pretty smile, or a cute nose. You love someone "even though." Even though he´s not rich, even though she´s not an excellent cook. Liking means you´re fond of their good traits. Love means you accept them fully even though they´re not perfect.

When you like someone, you´re nervous about saying the right thing, or how they´ll react to something, or how things will go on the next date. When you love someone, you are content and comfortable just being with your partner. Whether you curl up side by side with books on a rainy evening, or spend hours over dinner in a local restaurant, it´s nice just to spend time with each other.

Real love is when you love someone without asking for anything in return. It's when even a passing smile can make your day, a small pat on the back can make you feel alive and the mere sound of his/her voice can move you to break out into a song inside. Real love isn't fate nor it is written in the stars. You yourself have to make love happen. It's a choice, a commitment that you stand up for. and even if you're uncertain if he/she loves you back, you take the risk of facing whatever pain that would come your way simply because you believe he/she is worth everything . . . and more . . .

When love hits you . . . you really don't have any idea what to do. That's what's so great about it.

He annoys at you constantly, but he's only asking for your attention.

You can't believe you let them go

Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.

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call me a creeper for looking through your old posts, but to be honest, i love reading them. it's like i'm getting a first-hand look at some chapter of your life, some part of you i wouldn't normally get to see.

day-to-day, there are always so many other things, so many distractions, which get in the way of everything we really want to say. and i guess reading what you post is a way for me to see what truly mattered to you, what you cared about enough to set aside a few minutes of your day to write about. sometimes it's school; most times it's dance.

but every so often, i'm lucky enough to find that it's me (except i think in this case, it's katherine. haha, w/e) . . .

and whenever that happens,

it's really like i'm the luckiest girl in the world. :)