Love for Love -- Diary of a broken hearted girl

"we girl's love love''

Those were the words of Miss wolo, back in SS2 (I think), in QC. I tot it made sence then, and sometime in 2009, it made even more sense. But now...now, i think it makes so much sense, i find it ridiculous that preachers aren't belting this out from the pulpit at every service..but maybe she shld have said ''mankind'' instead of ''we girls''...

Does it ever amaze you how, when a person isn't depressed as a result of the lack of or hunt for money, they are depressed because of love...or the lack of it?

All my life, I have loved the finer things in life, but have been able to make do with my lot. I have loved the idea of money...not to keep in piles and stacks (Lord knows there is a kind of 'rich' I really do not want to be...what will I do with all that money?), but to give in exchange for anything I fancy. All my life, I have understood the value of money, but honestly, have been content to be able to live in the now and provide my immediate needs and fancies (and thank God, I've always had my needs, wants and sometimes, extravagant fancies met). So no, money isnt a usual reason for me to get sad and moody or angry and violent (although it has played a remarkable role in a lot of my best days yet...lol).

However, the other fella in the depressant list...the fella that's an 'L' word, has been responsible for a lot of my unhappy days...

Love is d greatest thing and it really does make you feel warm inside.

It also makes you act silly and do things that may never have crossed your mind.

It gives you strength you never knew you had but makes you weak as a 2 wk old foetus. 

It gives you reason to wanna make the best out of yourself but makes the ''best in yourself'' a very relative phenomenon, that you might end up being the best of you for someone else.

No one warns you of these things...so if you've never been warned, i'm doing you a favour...love is a double edged sword. 

I know, because i've not only felt both it sides before, i'm feeling them both, right now

I fear that if i keep writing, I might break down and cause you to know more than you should and then cause you the pain of feelin sorry for me...(an emotion which I not only abhor but which I also think would be an absolute waste of time), so I'll stop here, pull myself together and let the warning sink in.

Maybe someday, I will tell you the tale of how the love of love, and love itself have made me a person I'm not sure i know. If that day never comes, take solace knowing that you are not alone...we all love the idea of being in love and that's why we feel pain.

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