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alsii - 2005-04-15 13:50:52
There's this song I listen to, and in the chorus, there's a line "Love is not a feeling; it's an act of our will." And I think of you. What a strange will to be so in love with someone you've never met.. someone you may never meet. What a strange will that holds you to your adoration of a phantom woman. What a strange will you have. I must confess that at sometimes, I do not understand it, but at the same time I do. That same will of mine, I do not see any point in giving it to thin air (however pleasing, inviting, and promising that thin air may be and believing in that thin air I may be). I am blessed to be able to give that will/love to some already in my life, even though they are not mine... I respect your will for what it is though, and I marvel at it.
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alsii - 2005-04-15 13:55:31
There is a song I listen to, and, in the chorus, there is a line that says "Love is not a feeling; it's an act of your will." And I think of you. I think what a strange will you have to love someone you've never met.. and may never meet. I think what a strange will you have that holds you to your adoration of a phantom woman. I think what a strange will you are. And I confess that it often puzzles me. For me, I cannot see any reason to give my will/love to thin air (however pleasing, promising, and inviting that thin air may be and believing in it I maybe). I am blessed to be able to give my will to some already in my life, and I can't see doing it any other way. Still, I respect your will/love and marvel at it.
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candora - 2005-04-15 19:16:56
I so appreciate your thoughts and the words you share... there is a thought I have now that I believe you can understand... belief is a choice... one person's thin air is another person's God :)
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hissandtell - 2005-04-29 18:14:57
Smooch, darling. Love, R xxx
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