Do you guys ever think about what the true nature of love is? (oof long mumbling 'review' again)
Is it automatic? Do you believe in love-at-first-sight? Do you believe in signs and symbols? Do you believe in fate? In knowing, just because - just because it feels right, just because you know this is how it was always meant to be?
Is it slow to grow? Is love about growing pains? Is love work? Do we have to do the work to make things work? Is love about compromise and sacrifice? Is love a blooming flower? Should we be equipped with enough patience and enough faith that the flower we're waiting for won't wither mid-bloom, won't be plucked by another, won't die? Is love seeing with fresh eyes? Realizing it was always this person all along, this story, this beginning, this ending. All along we knew, but we didn't.
Is love created? Or is it discovered? Does it feel familiar – like home? Or does it feel like an adventure worth risking over and over again? Is love floating or coming back to earth?
If love is all around, do we stay around? Because I've heard that love comes when you least expect it, if we stay around, does it never stay its ground?
If love is fleeting, am I not allowed to catch it? I'm trying to learn how to grasp it just enough to let it breathe.
Do you guys ever think about what the true nature of love is? (oof long mumbling 'review' again)
Is it automatic? Do you believe in love-at-first-sight? Do you believe in signs and symbols? Do you believe in fate? In knowing, just because - just because it feels right, just because you know this is how it was always meant to be?
Is it slow to grow? Is love about growing pains? Is love work? Do we have to do the work to make things work? Is love about compromise and sacrifice? Is love a blooming flower? Should we be equipped with enough patience and enough faith that the flower we're waiting for won't wither mid-bloom, won't be plucked by another, won't die? Is love seeing with fresh eyes? Realizing it was always this person all along, this story, this beginning, this ending. All along we knew, but we didn't.
Is love created? Or is it discovered? Does it feel familiar – like home? Or does it feel like an adventure worth risking over and over again? Is love floating or coming back to earth?
If love is all around, do we stay around? Because I've heard that love comes when you least expect it, if we stay around, does it never stay its ground?
If love is fleeting, am I not allowed to catch it? I'm trying to learn how to grasp it just enough to let it breathe.
