2009-11-18

I am currently reading the most compelling novel in what little spare time I do have. Just last night I came across a very interesting passage:

"Chris closed his eyes. How could he convey to someone who'd never even met her the way she always smelled like rain, or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid? How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences, turned the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been? How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room, or underwater, or in the piney woods of Maine, but as long as Emily was with him, he was at home?"

Does this kind of love, passion, and infatuation even exist? Because I think it is all crap. I blame society for giving us false hope and for giving us an unrealistic idea of what love should be and what it should look like. We spend our whole lives looking for this type of love and totally disregard the fact that it could have been sitting right in front of us all along. I blame this false hope and the false notion of love for my own experiences in 'love'. Maybe I am just ignorant. Maybe I just do not want to see the good in people and the wonderful things they have to share. Maybe I am just scared to feel the intensity of emotions that I do.

But whatever it may be, there is no reason good enough shut out the world.