The title of it was "Pure innocent uninhibited"
That's all I was thinking when I was watching this docu on NetFlix.
It's called David and Monica. They are two adults who have Down Syndrome and are getting married. The connection between the two of them is so innocent... uninhibited... unrequited... pure fucking love. I often wonder why most people never hit that level.
Shit I fall in love 500 times a day.
I have been in REAL love maybe 3 times in my life. Each time was very very different and I learned from each experience.
To be honest though I've been waiting for someone to floor me in a sense. Maybe it's a movie mentality thing, a woman thing, a dreamer's thing. I do believe that one day I'll be meandering around and bump into the man of my dreams. (Or woman) In that moment there will need to be no words spoken.
Direct eye contact. A warm smile. A touch that sends electricity through my entire body. Energy exchange. A heart so full it's almost bursting through my chest. Love and warmth radiating through my entire body pouring from me to them and them to me.
Understanding. Acceptance. Forgiveness. Thankfulness. Passion. Trust. Respect. Honesty. Lust. Desire. Hunger. Thirst. Motivation. Patience. Nurturing. Inspiration. Powerful. Faithfulness. Spontaneous. Beautiful. Intensity.
Those are just some of the words I want to describe the next relationship I seem myself in. I feel as though everyone strives to achieve that in some way shape or form.
Sometimes I think I'm so obsessed with the idea of love that it's almost an obsession. I love love. I love being able to care for someone and give myself to them. To take care of them, please them, be everything they want me to be.
Someday.
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I promise I'll hop back on the blogging horse soon. Just been so busy with work and bullshit.
Much Love
Tanya
I hear that. It's one of those things where you grow up, get out into the real world, and try to rationalize and organize your life, and yet stuff like that STILL knocks you for a loop.
ReplyDeleteSometimes I feel like I'm the only single twenty-something guy who actually thinks about love or marriage or kids or any of that. I mean, I don't want to get married NOW, and I certainly don't want kids anytime soon, but it's a life I'm kind of striving for. Something I want to work hard to earn.
There were times when I tried to force it. I wanted love so badly that I was convincing myself I was in love when I really wasn't. And I've gotten myself hurt badly enough, often enough that I've stopped trying to find it, instead opting to just let it hit me when it hits me.
I think I've only really loved twice in my life. It's a rare gift, something I look forward to when it's gone.