WHAT IS LOVE TIMES FOUR!

Theme Songs

What is Love? By Raven-Symone

What's Love Got To Do With It? By Tina Turner

What is Love? By Jennifer Lopez

What is Love? By Haddaway

The title should have been a warning itself. You had to see this coming sooner or later. I bet you were hoping for later, yeah?

   >>>No! Didn't think you would ever talk about love.

Hey! I already made it damn muddy clear how this blog would turn out. Imma talk about anything and everything that comes to my mind♥. The only thing I have no control over is whether I get arrested or not from anything included in my blog! Haha I probably just jinxed myself♥

So let's get to it, yeah?

You're A Bear and you're With Me!

The other day I was at work---

  >>>You got a real job!?

Why so surprised? Yes, I do! I work in a...target-specific store. No! I don't work for the store just inside the building.

  >>>I said a real job.

This is a real job, fûck-duck! It's part-time on the weekends $15 an hour. Just because I don't give you the​'t mean it's a fake job...Just means I don't trust random people knowing all my business—I WATCH UNSOLVED MYSTERIES!!!

But honestly, writing will always be my real job♥

So at work. I see this couple come in. The were older but not old. But you could tell they keep it lively w/ their relationship! They were literally tickling and poking each other. I mean the guy was missing a few teeth (I noticed as he laughed) but they had a real, pure, loving relationship.

Now don't think I'm getting too soft around my edges. They will always be rough!

*REMEMBER: You're A Bear!

But it just made me remember something a few months ago.

I had an epiphany about Love.

  >>>  0_______O

Oh, don't make that face. Epiphanies happen all the time—but does Love?

Sorry that's a stupid question. Don't answer that.

As you can see, the above theme songs for this entry is about Love —defining it, questioning it and doubting/believing in it. Just humour me—give me a chance to enlighten or humour you if I can make you laugh. I'll tell this like a story, okay?

So one day (see sounds like a story already, huh?) I was taking a shower and I reflected on the time I was in love and the guy I was in love with. I had just had one of my crying fits earlier that week. You know the ones where you pray to God to make the pain go away or ask to allow you to see this person before they really get married all the while...SNOT is gushing out of your nose, you're slobbering on your good ole faithful teddy bear named Robert that you had since 6th grade, eyes swelling —lips too! And your nose gets stuffy but miraculously is still flowing like Niagara Falls.

Yeah it wasn't so bad—believe me I've had worse. A few days later it was Tuesday, my busiest night (most of the TV shows I watch religiously plays a new episode). This night was a tad bit different. A friend that I hadn't spoken to in months messaged me and since I was still on hangover from that crying fit I told her almost everything (Everything cold take days) she told me everything I've already heard from others and that I already knew myself. (Don't you just hate that!?)

She tells me this guy that I love,

"has a gf and is happy with her."

"I know he has a girlfriend"

Yes, I knew but I didn't recognize it.

  >>> What? I don't understand.

You see, it's like when a grumpy teacher asks,

    "Are you listening?"

     "Yes."

      "Repeat what I just said."

      "uh..."

     "You heard but you weren't listening."

If you were listening you can repeat it word for word. Hear is without knowing. Listening is hearing and knowing.

All I was doing was hearing. I wasn't allowing myself to know the facts: he is happy with someone that is his girlfriend.

All of a sudden I was like, "Well...dang! He's happy and not thinking about me obviously. Well....dang! I need to find my own happiness."

What is this false hope I have?

It never hit me so hard.

What is this delusion I have that he still loves me? Hold the hell up! Was he even in love with me? You didn't even have a confirmation from his own mouth that he even liked you!

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiip!

That's enough from my own experience. But some of you—women and men— your experience was similar to this! [NOT necessarily the crying, over thinking, analyzing memories and all that was said, questioning, talking to yourself, zoning out in the middle of the day/conversation/event etc.

A lot of us if not all experience some if not all of these "symptoms".

You know what! For once let me hear from you guys! It doesn't have to be personal —like if you're like,

      +++"Bîtch! It ain't none of your business!"

      +++Then I'll be like, "Okay! Relegate!"

OR

      +++If you're like, "Get in your cell!"

     +++Then I'll be like, "Okay! Justice!"

You can​, instead, just give me your view(s) or belief(s) on love. I won't ask you why you feel a certain way. I enjoy enlightenment!

*REMEMBER: You're a Bear and you're With Me♥

For those who just want to vent then I grant you passage to do so. It doesn't have to be a paragraph or just one sentence. I don't like putting limits on thoughts, feelings, or anything that has to do with the art of writing. So feel free to just say

"Peace, Love, and Flower Power!"

OR

Tolstoy's War and Peace

I'll read it.♥ https://youtu.be/_dTKBXwcqzM

But I won't give feedback unless you put the Bear Paw sign

kk?

Otay!!!

TTFN

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