The beginning of love is to let those we love be just themselves, and not twist them with our own image. Otherwise, we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
I have a good imagination, I will describe my kiss for my unknown Valentine.
We would look into each others eyes. He would bend his head toward me as our arms reach for each other to hold and caress. His lips would touch mine and I would open to take in the touch and excitement of his tongue against mine as they meet to gently explore each other with rythmatic movement lightly twirling around each other and suddenly it becomes more passionate taking my breath away. I would move closer until our bodys met, holding each other tight. The kiss becomes harder and deeper. We would pause to breath and without our lips touching we would tantalize each other with the movements of our twirling tongues. Then begin again with the tender touch of our lips and tongue gently exploring each other. Then pause and look deeply into each others eyes. What do they tell you?
better be really careful if they take that longer lasting drug it can cause heart attacks. Imagine having to call 911 because a man is dead in your bed?
I do agree that some expectations are necessary. And that we learn through our experiences. I am enjoying the journey. Atleast I am not unhappy even if I get disappointed and hurt at times. I am learning to allow people to be themselves because I can't change them or mold them. even if they can't give me what I want and need atleast they have helped me to learn more about what I want. This way I can let go without having to blame or be angry at them because they were important to me, it just wasn't meant to be.
nice tender hands with cold cream on my hot body, it gets warm pretty quick...I kind of like that...then a little more...down lower...from my shoulders to my feet. I am fantasizing.
He is not God, he is the always tempting people to do dirty deeds. Most of them seem to enjoy it...some stick to their own values and he can't get to them, I have to admire that. But I think he is kind of funny...not my favorite by far, but if I happen to catch him on, I don't mind to watch the shmuck.
She was a Spanish singer...very pretty voice...and some crazy jealous woman killed her about 10 years ago. If you ever hear the song, will you think of me?
RE: Your thoughts... determinism, existentialism, and/or functionalism
The beginning of love is to let those we love be just themselves, and not twist them with our own image. Otherwise, we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.