On my bathroom wall we have random little sayings; one of them is, "A philosopher always knows what to do until it happens to them." I guess I'm a philosopher. (I also get advice from my bathroom wall. This is perhaps bad.) And now I have a question that I figured I knew the answer to, and suddenly I'm not so sure.So I'm posing a question to whoever reads this blog, at least, whoever reads this and the question is applicable:
How did you know when you were in love?
4 comments:
A little friendly advice from your best friend who really should start blogging again:
Sometimes you never really know, I s'pose. You only know in the moment. Like I know that I love Closer now, and at the time I thought I loved cor. Now looking back, I don't negate how I felt about cor, but I know it was different from how I feel about closer. I guess it's all relative for to the moment. If you feel like it is love, then it is love. That's my prospective anyway
I couldn't come up with anything better sounding than your friend above.
You'll know. And it's okay. :)
Ian
But if I don't know what it's supposed to feel like, how will I know if I'm feeling the right thing?
Trust me, there will come a day when you absolutely won't question it.
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