Inpsired partly by the Moonlighting discussion going on elsewhere, but mostly because RealPlayer just randomly played “You Really Got a Hold on Me.”
For purposes of this poll, “in love” refers only to romantic love. The fact that I can’t stand my oldest brother’s company for more than twenty seconds, but nonetheless would give him a kidney if he needed one, means that relationship is disqualified.
Poll in a moment, but don’t let that stop you. I was going to make the results public as part of my always-be-a-jackass policy but just now changed my mind.
I was in a relationship where I felt very deeply for this guy. I was crazy for him. He was crazy for me. We were passionate, intensely in love.
But he was a dick. He had a lot of personality flaws that made me not like him a lot of the time. But when I was in his arms, I couldn’t help but feel like I loved him.
Maybe it was love, maybe it wasn’t. It was intense. It was passionate. It was a mess.
I, too, want ice cream. Also, while I’ve had the momentary hot and hornies for someone I knew I’d want to smack upside the head the next day, I can’t imagine that lasting long enough to qualify as even temporary romantic love. I have had the opposite experience though, and wished madly for over a decade that I could feel romantic about my best friend. Loved him to death and still do, just…something was missing. Which was a crying shame.
I can’t say for sure because we haven’t spoken more than a dozen words a year in almost two decades but I’ve been told that the reason my ex hates me so much is because he still loves me.
I myself have never disliked someone I love romantically so I have always found it a little difficult to imagine.
Keep your nuts to yourself!
What I meant was, I love him, and I still like him too. You’d think I wouldn’t after all the pain, but nope, I still like him enough to be concerned with his feelings and welfare.
I’m angry with him, of course.
For me love is just* like* times a hundred. You have to like if you love. It doesn’t even make sense not to like if you love.
Deeply. Madly. Alarmingly. When I (we) broke it off I felt like I’d lost my mother. But sometime later (a loooong time) I felt like I’d woken up from a spell.
Phernomes are a bitch.