08-30-2002, 04:17 AM
Hmmmm..... well, I have always taken the "L" word very seriously. I honestly feel it is the most overused word in the English language. Poeple that have known each other a few days are sometimes in "love". BAH!
I think love is quite possibly, when used properly, the most powerful word we have. I have always said that I planned on marrying the woman I finally "loved". There were 3 that I have always said I might have "loved", and then I met HER.
I was hooked.... my world suddenly revolved completely around her. I would have gladly taken white hot pokers in the eye to spare her the slightest pain. She haunted my thoughts constantly, kept me up at night when she wasn't near, and calmed my soul with her presence. Until the day that fucking bitch ripped my heart out and stomped on it. Chewed it up like a dog with a new bone, slobbered her cooties all over it then cast it aside like a piece of garbage.
Eventually I recovered, and realized that I was not "in love", but simply in love with the idea of being in love. Sometimes I wonder what she is doing now, what she was thinking, why she did it, but then i think of how cool it would be to fucking bludgeon her with an old tire iron, and I feel much better.
Edited By slackjaw on Aug. 30 2002 at 12:20
I think love is quite possibly, when used properly, the most powerful word we have. I have always said that I planned on marrying the woman I finally "loved". There were 3 that I have always said I might have "loved", and then I met HER.
I was hooked.... my world suddenly revolved completely around her. I would have gladly taken white hot pokers in the eye to spare her the slightest pain. She haunted my thoughts constantly, kept me up at night when she wasn't near, and calmed my soul with her presence. Until the day that fucking bitch ripped my heart out and stomped on it. Chewed it up like a dog with a new bone, slobbered her cooties all over it then cast it aside like a piece of garbage.
Eventually I recovered, and realized that I was not "in love", but simply in love with the idea of being in love. Sometimes I wonder what she is doing now, what she was thinking, why she did it, but then i think of how cool it would be to fucking bludgeon her with an old tire iron, and I feel much better.
Edited By slackjaw on Aug. 30 2002 at 12:20