Writing

Love

First post of 2018. It took me more than I wanted to come back and write new posts. I love to write, it makes me feel better, and writing my thoughts is like a therapy, so I’ll never stop.

I’ve been watching Pride and Prejudice over and over again, it has such a good vibe with nature and inocence, it takes me into their time. Besides that good feeling, there’s the main story of the movie, about Lizzie and Mr. Darcy and how long it took for them to finally be together even if it was love at first sight.

In this movie, love is born in a moment but becomes stronger with time, and not just a week, months. Before declaring real love to Lizzie, Mr. Darcy fought his own will, trying to be wrong,  only to find out his feelings for her were true. I know it’s just a movie and we don’t know for sure how many couples started out of sheer love back then, but I know sometimes we rush into relationships not taking time to see if it’s going to bloom or if it’s going to die.

More than knowing the strength of the feeling, we need to know that person underneath in order to notice any compatibility or the lack of it. I know that feelings are sopposed to be felt and not thought, but still we can use some logic. Why can’t we give time before a hug, or a kiss, os before getting intimate? Why do people have this craving for early physical interaction in the dating matter? We rush and than deny it by convincing ourselves that these things happen ‘how could I know?’, exactly, why didn’t you know?

Time, something so simple, so unavoidable that we keep trying to avoid, big mistake. Love just is, it’s true, but love also takes time, needs time, not ’cause it’s weak, ’cause it’s eternal.

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