|The Lover's Journal (standard:romance, 678 words)|
|Author: Hopeless Romeo||Added: Mar 23 2001||Views/Reads: 2729/7||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Exerps from the journal of a romantic who finds himself fallen in love.|
The Lover's Journal "...the way I feel about her is incredible, it's a situation where she's all I think about, and she unknowingly becomes such a large part of my life. I find it fantastic, how that works. How just in being her, she can so pivotally effect my life the way she does. Her smile, how it always seems to make the pain in my world dissapear. Her laughter, how it always seems to extinguish the heartache and renew my feelings for her. Just her being, her pure and simple existance, how it draws me into a realm of unexplainable feeling, indescribable emotion, all best summed up in the powerful four-letter word: love..." "She is there. She is the wind, the rain, the sun. She is in all that I see, in all that I think. Her name is in all that I hear. And if the love in my heart were a river, she would be the force that makes it flow. If it were a song, the sound of her voice would construct the exquisite melody. If it were a fire, it would burn fueld by my passion, my visions, and my feelings for her. She is there. Alas! I love her! Apart from her I am not complete. Without her the river does not flow, away from her the song becomes faint, and the fire is reduced to embers..." "...It's truly remarkable, also, how pure my feelings for her are. That is to say, my fantasies, my daydreams, my dreams, all take place in the absence of even the slightest degree of impurity. I can associate her only with romantic thoughts, because it is all my herat seems to permit. I understand that it is truly difficult to believe, but rest assured, I speak the truth..." "...the moment she opened the door that night, clad in her perriwinkle dress, clinging to her entire admirable form and creating such an imposingly beautiful visage, I knew I was in for the time of my life. To take in her entire form so abruptly left me just short of lightheaded, and even now, in reflection, I feel the flutter of admiration and awe, with each picture that was taken, a moment was captured; a reminder of my one night of a seemingly elevated existance..." "...It's incredible, really, how I can feel so strongly for her; it's as if my feelings get stronger with each passing moment, each smile, each glance in her direction..." "...but now is it feasible that I could be in love with her? Or is there still yet another level of feeling above this that is love? Still so far above anything I can dream of now? I know that that may be possible, but something inside me seems to doubt that. And maybe it's that part of me that goes wild from seeing her in a picture, that part of me that will put everything aside just to talk to her. Maybe it's that part of me that won't let me think of her in even the slightest degree of impurity. Maybe it's that same part of me that makes every pain, every hardship, every worry, every trouble go away when I'm with her. That same part of me that inspires me to write for hours about her; to fall asleep every night and wake up every morning with her on my mind..." "...Now as I've previously written, observing her asleep left me in awe; truly holding her was incredible. It possessed a monumental simplicity: a sort of virgin ecstasy came over me, an entirely pure pleasure derived simply from being there, holding her in my arms while she lay there, at the peak of her serenity. She possessed a calm and fundamental beauty beyond all possible description. An overwhelming scene, as if carefully crafted according to the fantasies of my romantic heart, had come to life, and I was further blessed in that I was able to recognize this instantly..." "...despite the apparent absurdity of the statement, I've slowly fallen in love..." Tweet
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