Basically what I'm getting here is, you never know if someone really loves you until you know that person. Getting to know someone is takes time, and love itself takes time. Like a paper fire, it can burn hot in the beginning and there's nothing wrong with that, except it doesn't last. You need a solid foundation for a long slow burn made from wood and kindling and stuffs (am I making sense?).

No rush. As someone previously said, "Live and learn"... Experience noted.

How will I know if he really loves me/ I say a prayer with every heartbeat/ I fall inlove whenever we meet/ I'm asking you what you know about these things...
#Love this song, and now I'll be singing it the whole day.

In that case, I'm adopting my first cat tomorrow. If it no longer exists, I'm not going to waste anymore time kissing frogs.

So I guess what you're saying is that it's a case of your head telling your heart what to feel.
If you try hard enough, you can convince your heart that it feels what it doesn't. But what if you don't have to try? What if you just fall for him?
What I'm trying to figure out here, is how do you know if he's just trying to get into your panties, or if he's the one you'll still be waking up next to, 20 years from now?

I have to agree with you. And the whole "it just feels right" thing, doesn't help at all.

I get you. I 'm a word person and most of the time I have to ask myself if I'm falling for the words on the page (screen?) or the guy writing them.

Funnily enough, it's not any easier in real life either.

Age really makes that much difference?

So it's not about what they say, but what they do.
But what do they have to do to prove love? Even "players" buy flowers.

I met and fell for this absolutely great guy, or so I thought at the time. To make a short story even shorter, he told me he loved me everyday, said that I brightened up his life etc. and I believed him.
Then he disappeared from my life. He's not dead (God, I hope not), but he's no longer here either and I can't help but question if he was ever the least bit sincere.

So my question to you fellow minglers, is this: How do you know if someone really loves you?

Thank you :)

"Life becomes existance, struggle, with leisure defined not by rest, but fatigue and starvation..."

"His many medals, a Purple Heart, no barter for even a meal to sustain him or his family..."

So sad... When heroes are forgotten.

As a "writer", I try to put into words what I see in my mind's eye. If I could paint, I'd paint you a picture but I can't, so I write and hope that you see what I see... Thank you for seeing it too.

Thank you.

Thank you

You're nobody's hero.
Sitting in the dark, tears you'd long ago declared yourself incapable of shedding streaming down your face, crying for all the times you didn't cry at all. Crying for your life.

You were to them what you never were to yourself. A hero who couldn't save his own soul. A mere stretching of your lips and they assumed all was well. A clown is what you've always been; hiding behind a painted face and exaggerated emotions. The crowd laughing and clapping, captivated by your performance.

They do not know of the times you'd wish for death. Empty whiskey bottles littered all around. One glass at night to keep the demons away became two, then three until it seemed your demons wouldn't let you alone.

Soon elsewhere, the sun will rise. For them it will be day. For you, forever night.

A small pistol held with a trembling hand.
In the light of day, they'll finally see that their hero was no hero at all. He was just another man. A weak man, with an injured soul.

Thanks

Thank You

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