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And If I Fell In Love With You
THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
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. . . CONVERSATIONS IN POETRY . . . . CONVERSATIONS IN PROSE . . . .
...a friend is a stranger waiting to be met...
And If I Fell In Love With You
August 18, 1998
i don't know. but man, i am drawn to
you. kindred spirit, kindled spark,
i bathe in the glow of you and feel
something i haven't felt in a pure
form in a very long time. hope.
I am so happy you are finding hope allowing it to surface in yourself again... I believe there is always hope... I hope...
even when there seems there is none...
who are you? from whence have you
sprung, fully formed and beautiful?
i read you and i think, "i must
know him better." and i'm afraid.
who is he - and who do you think he is?... and what are you afraid of?... I suggest you fce your fear and reach beyond it to your desire and give more power to your desire than to your fear... I believe this is the key to a happy life... not being without fear or pain or challenges, but giving more power to desire than to fear or pain or challenges/obstacles/problems...
"i love you," they've said
to me and at first the words would
dance and twirl inside of me and
make me feel alive. yet in the
end the words brought pain and
misery and a heart so shattered,
i feared for it's continued
existence.
and was the dancing and twirling lost?... or was it somehow so negated as to become "unreal" as if it never happened?... I hope you remember the dance and rejoice that you could feel it and understand that proves you can feel it again... when the fear is dealt with...
and is the end here?... may Harry Chapin espress this for me...
"Short stories... that's what we live
Short Stories... just take what they will give,
Short stories... that's all it's ever been
Don't you worry 'bout the ending... before we begin"
~ Harry Chapin ~
i have never laughed
at any man who has said or written
those words to me, but i have surely
cried when the love was gone and
there was nothing left but pain.
nothing?... no memories that could be considered good and kept?... as I asked just before, what happene to the dance?... the twirling feeling?... perhaps beyond the pain, above the tears... it's memory still feels as good and alive as it did and in remembering you can know what you seek and know you can achieve it and know you still want it...
and if i fell in love with you,
the beatles song comes to mind, so much a part of me... and so much a part of trying again for me, when I've tried again...
would you take my love and use
it against me? use it to do
unspeakable things and then be
hurt when i became angry? "but
you love me," i can almost hear
you cry when i turn on you and
claw at myself.
oh so well stated, so meaningful to me... perhaps because I want to hear it from someone I know so well personally from the one in my life... I am saving your words, as I always seem to do... and this one may be used in my own writings sometime, if you don't mind...
and if i fell in love with you,
would i lose myself?
no.
i would find us both.
yes...
if you lose your soul, it isn't love...
for me, love is the pure expression of giving self and wanting another or others to give their self or themselves as honestly and innocently as possible... it is caring - becoming, growing, sharing, merging, exploring together, all the while respecting and acknowledging the individual components of "we" that each of us are...
and I fall in love with everyone, for I live in love and falling is meerly, for me, stepping off the precipice of doubt into unconditional trust - or as much trust as I can manage... sometimes I cling to that ledge of doubt, when I am feeling low or weak... but I realize the only thing keeping me from letting go is my own self-doubt, not any doubt about anyone else... for how can I doubt someone I don't know?...
I believe we need reason for doubt even more than we need reasons for trust... unless we self-doubt, in which case we need reason for nothing except how to explain the confusion self-doubt brings... sometimes I find reason to doubt after sharing, but before sharing there is only hope - or self-doubt - or a combination of the two...
so i sit here waiting for the next
batch of words and you'll never know
how much you have touched me with the
pure essence of yourself or how much
i wish i could reach through this
screen and touch you back.
this is a wondrous group to fall in love with... and your words are some of the most inspiration for me (hope it shows :) ... your prose reads as poetry, with emotional rhythm and depth and insight at once like waves upon the shoreline and the slower ebb and flow of the tides...
I am in love with this place (though some of "love", in every case exists, I think, as illusion and the illusion allows for the imperfections to be ignored so more love can be felt as more pure and perfect and so moe easily shared - at least at first... and for me, the illusions combine with the reality of perceptions an the reality of experience to inspire my imagination to write rhymes sometimes... and sometmes, prose)...
thank you for continuing to write and post... hoping you undestand the nature of love and falling in love as I tried to express it ever so briefly at the start of this response to your post... I am easily in love with the writer you are and I look forward to sharing more words with the person you are... and I hope, someday, that all those I am in love with will come together and be in love together... maybe I'm a dreamer :)
sometimes I am misunderstood... sometimes others read what they want to see in my words, rather than what I intend to mean... it is so easy to find someone to fall in love with... it is not so easy to find someone to understand... what I want most is someone who understands...
I know some do, I've known some who do, but I've yet to meet one who does to the deepest core and the highest peaks, for to do that one must place desire ahead of fear - hope ahead of pain - and faith in self ahead of everything... and then give it all away to unconditional trust...
it may be a dream... it may be madness... it may be...
honest love
... a friend is a stranger waiting to be met ... a friend is a stranger wanting to be met ... a friend is a stranger willing to be met ...
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