To cross wind and water so untame.

[judecorp]

You know what was really nice? Feeling all dizzy and in love and giddy and crazy and wonderful. I think about going to Provincetown in March and feeling so good and peaceful and complete, like if the world would stop, I would be okay with it because I had everything I'd ever wanted. I think about how I would lay there and look at her and be unable to keep from saying aloud, "This is so right." I think about how I would just smile at random times in random places, how I would light up. Love is like falling and falling is like this.

I wish I could bottle that and sell it. I'd make a fortune. Or maybe I would just keep it to myself and open it every once in a while.

And then I think about the slow burn that develops over time. I think about my high school SO, my one really good high school experience. I think about how we spent 4 years becoming the very best of friends who realized there was more. I think about the shift in the relationship dynamic and how it was eased into. I think about easing into that love like easing into a favorite pair of jeans, or the oldest, softest blanket. A little birdie told me that you can't make it by yourself, and that's the recipe for making love.

I wouldn't want to bottle that easing feeling. I'd like to cut it into squares and sew it into quilts.

Which is better? Which is worse? Which lasts longer? Does it matter?

Love is a funny thing, isn't it?

Comments

[fatfeistyfemme.livejournal.com]

I love this post.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Why, thank you. :)

[jost.livejournal.com]

Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
-- William Shakespeare Romeo and Juliet Act I, Scene 1

[astrosplatt.livejournal.com]

Love is one of those universal things that everybody wishes they could bottle up. :) Very thought provoking post. :)

ps.s I added you to my friends lilst. :)

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

I noticed! Thanks - I'm keeping track of you on the columbus friends page. :) (I'm a voracious columbus reader!)

I really miss that feeling of being helplessly in love, and have it be spinny and wonderful. More than that, I miss being wonderfully, dizzily in love with her (http://kieron.livejournal.com).

It's so strange how things happen -- how love can be so exciting and wonderful one minute, and so heavy and sorrow-laden and tedious the next. Ugh.

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[astrosplatt.livejournal.com]

I just found the columbus page, so hopefully I'll make some friends.

Yeah, I know what you mean. Love is a very fickle thing. Some days it's wonderful, then others it's almost like you can't stand it. But that's life. :)

[swisscheesed.livejournal.com]

how love can be so exciting and wonderful one minute, and so heavy and sorrow-laden and tedious the next.

Ain't that the truth.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

I've had the blues, the reds and the pinks. One thing's for sure - love stinks! :)

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[swisscheesed.livejournal.com]

Yeah yeah.

[jeffholton.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't want to bottle that easing feeling. I'd like to cut it into squares and sew it into quilts.

Which is better? Which is worse? Which lasts longer? Does it matter?

Bottles last longer than quilts, but I'd still prefer a quilt to a bottle.

[doulamel.livejournal.com]

Bottles can break a LOT easier than quilts can be torn.

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[jeffholton.livejournal.com]

What about plastic ones?

I suppose you're right either way.

But glass lasts a lot longer in landfill than textiles do.

[ex-xheather916.livejournal.com]

Love is a funny thing, isn't it?

um.. sorta.. but then again, it's not really all that funny at all. it's just fucked up. how it makes no sense at all and yet perfect sense at the same time but yet switches back and forth so suddenly that you never really know what's real... and all that jazz. umm..yeah.. :\

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[oddharmonic.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't want to bottle that easing feeling. I'd like to cut it into squares and sew it into quilts.

Things like that make me want to take up quilting, especially since it's about the only thing my treadle machine is good for. (:

Seriously, it'd be really ineresting to try and turn thoughts like you posted into a quilt.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

How would you quilt them?

[oneedge.livejournal.com]

I love the quilt metaphor.

Having watched my grandmother lovingly spend many years making one quilt, I know the emotion and passion that can go into the patient creation of something beautiful. It has taken me a long time to see that in developing a relationship that lasts through time, it requires much effort and sacrifice.

I still have 3 of those quilts, and they keep me warm every evening . . .

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

I have one quilt, on my bed. rizzo41 made it for me, and it was the first quilt she ever made. I think I'll use it until it falls apart, and when it does, I'll use it to stuff another quilt or something.