1. to drop or descend under force of gravity, as to a LOWER place through LACK of support.
2.to become less or lower in degree, amount, quality, value, number, etc. to decline.
3.to succumb to attack
4.to succumb to temptation or sin, especially becoming unchaste to one’s innocence.
These are just four of numerous definitions that basically say the same thing, only one of which reads that a fall may be voluntary…. But let me be the first to say I ain’t tryna fall in love, no more. I did it before, have you? Tell me what’s good about falling? I mean, the fall itself typically hurts, half the time your knees hurt when you stand back up, everyone around laughs and you’re embarrassed after the fact… but most importantly is the lesson: you are extremely careful when faced with similar circumstances.
I can’t tell you all that’s right in love, but i CAN tell you a lot about what it isn’t, and my experience with such.
Have you ever been infatuated with something or someone so much that you engulfed yourself in it/them?… That EVERYTHING else took a back seat, even you? I have, and I came to believe that behavior was love, as verb. Have you ever looked back on such a situation and truly evaluated it? VERB was a proper adjective, but it wasn’t describing love in my life. My definition of love changed probably every day. In the beginning, it was the friendship, that’s why I loved… somewhere way too soon (because I’ve learned and accept now that any time before marriage is) it was also equivalent, no, too relative to
sex … and then it was the experience that came along with it… laughing at different things and sharing our opinions…
- but then we had to agree on everything, because autonomy and love couldn’t coexist… that was probably my fault, because when someone cheats on you, you l o s e respect for his|her behavior when it gains acquaintance with autonomy. But then you forgive because people make mistakes, and forgiveness obviously means you pretend it never happened and can’t expect change -EVERYONE KNOWS THAT. But then they cheats again, and again, and s|he be[lie]ve[s]. Actually, s|he doesn’t –
But that verb. So now love means acceptance, because if you didn’t nag about the past, these things wouldn’t happen to you. And so you know it’s all wrong, but you believe in the first date, not reality, and you believe that because you’ve given everything there was to give,
- [because the gift exchanges made “love” more bearable too] –
money, clothes, all your time, AND ALL THAT WAS PURE ABOUT YOU, you don’t deserve anything better. Have you ever? Have you ever looked back on such a situation and truly evaluated it? Have you recognized that your definition of love had fallen from it’s intent, as God shows it with
SACRIFICE |&| BEAUTY