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Oh the power of Love. No seriously. It's incredible. I will honestly say, I truly agree with the saying "With Love, all things are possible.".  For all of you who are still thinking incredulously, seriously consider this:

Love truly knows no boundaries:

To love someone is to put them before yourself, to love them unconditionally. Love them, flaws included.

Love means forgiveness. Love means no grudges. Love means relief. Love means no suicide -- to truly love, you must first love yourself. Not to mention, if we all put forth the love we should, then everyone would know someone loves them... but in today's society, so many seem in question. They don't feel loved, so they change themselves to please others. Or they isolate themselves. Or they take it out on others or on themselves.

Love means no more bullies. Think about that next time you want to laugh at another persons expense. Are you being loving through that action? You may not love that person as you do a family member or lover, but they're still a person...a living, breathing thing. Love them.

Love means no wars. Love means acceptance. Love means no ugly. Love means no hatred.

I'm telling you, it's an amazing thing.


And to be 'IN' love. Well that's a whole separate feat in itself. A special phenomenon that occurs between you and that special someone. If you've not experienced it, just you wait. It's quite a feeling. Knowing that no matter what, you have someone there to turn to. It's an amazing comfort. You'll begin to love things about the person that most people would overlook; the way their hair looks when they first wake, the way they smile before they kiss you, the weird quirks they have, the way they walk...everything! Small actions become the most cherished, like they way it feels when they hold you, the look they give you when it's just the two of you, the small glances from across a room, the look they give when they're worried, the little sayings that keep you going like 'have a good day' or 'you're amazing'. I can't express how such simple things take on a new meaning. Like when those cheesy sayings/scenes in movies actually mean something--i.e., I'm sure somewhere in some chick flick, the saying "you mean the world to me" has been said, and for most of us....those scenes are predictable and if you've seen enough of those films, just slightly cliche and unbelievable. However, once you actually experienced it and find someone who truly does mean everything to you... those cheesy sayings are then real to you.

It's a fascinating feeling. Having all your burdens, worries, thoughts, emotions, events, actions...shared with another person... it makes your heart light. I'm very thankful to have been able to experience what I consider to be, being "in love". I've gained so much from it, I've grown as a person and I've grown emotionally... but most of all it's helped me to love more. To be more open to loving everyone, although I've always been open minded and the kind of person to not tolerate unkindness, including in myself--in fact, mostly in myself. I just wish I could view me, as he sees me. Wouldn't that be great, to love ourselves to the height at which our family, friends or partners love us? Though maybe there are those confident and self loved enough to say they do... but what a feeling that must be. To see the beauty at which we are that at which our lovers mind has been so open to see.

I fear that we often forget our own beauty or our obsessions over our own flaws mask what is truly great about us. Then again, maybe that problem just lies with me. I have so many flaws that it scares me from being completely outgoing or open with stuff because of fear that if anyone knows all of my flaws that they may not love me anymore. I know, that's not how I or anyone should ever feel. So, why do I let it stop me? I don't know, but for this problem... I have my boyfriend there to help...I've gotten past so many things because he's helped me see some of my worth. He really has no idea how much in debt I am to him. I'm finally past...well...my past--or at least more so than I ever was.

Where am I going with this? I know, it is not nicely written... I know I digress/lose track of what I am saying... but what I mean is that when you show someone love (as my friends, family, and boyfriend have), you empower them to see things more positively, to better themselves, to better others.

You should never hold back love. Love wherever love can be given. open your hearts and in doing so you will open your minds. Love has given me a second chance to love myself. And that for me is a miracle. Love is a miracle. Don't forget that.

I have no clue how to end this blog because I do not feel accomplished in my point, the blog feels messy, and I've always sucked at conclusions to my thoughts... in fact in most situations where I speak my mind I end it with saying sorry because I don't know when to stop and then I feel as though I've kill everything I just said or that may my beliefs are stupid. I can't stand when I do that. One should always stick to their beliefs. Don't feel bad for having morale, for rambling, for sticking to your word, for not compromising.

blah that's a whole other topic though. I need to stop. ok. finished. Terrible ending. Didn't quite quench my thirst for explaining importance of showing love or how love can feel... so maybe another time...

but for now I'll take a break...I have 2 ideas for blogs-- soon to come.

It's been a long day, always...

I'm so out of habit, I've fallen of the writing wagon. I'm not sure if I still have this down. Can I still wrap words into an enticing sentence? Can I still express myself better on the page than out the mouth? I'm not sure. I feel quite out of shape. I have so much bottled up in my brain that I feel as though it may burst and all that I will try to express on this blog will just become one babbling run on of incoherence. But if I don't start this up again, I feel I'll lose the art of writing well and the art or expressing my thoughts completely. I find blogging as an extreme release. It relaxes me; if taken seriously, blogging can be as intimate as those moments shared laying with a friend, lost in the most philosophical of conversations. Though what I've written on this blog shadow in comparison to what I've in my past blogs--not on this site-- which travel deep within my thoughts, nothing held back. I would really enjoy to get back into that habit. I want to go back to before I made this blog, back to the blogs of myspace, livejournal, and those written in the many diaries in my room. I want to be understood, I want my words heard (well read). I know nothing I've written in the last year as been worthy of much respect or even a second glance...but I hope maybe soon I can accomplish something that will please anyone who reads them; something to make someone serious sit down and ponder.

Anyway, well here I am. I'm back.