such a place where evil spreads it's seed.

another lonely hallmark day.
i didn't even think about what day it was until i got onto facebook and everyone's status was; happy valentine's and shizz. a day after and i'm not that bothered, well i don't think i am, that i didn't receive a card or even a text. but then i think, doesn't every singleton feel that way? i think it's the thought that we're invisible to that someone you like, because let's face it, even the most happiest singleton out there knows someone that they wouldn't say no to.

i've never been in love. well, not the kind of love that you share with a boyfriend, girlfriend, wife, husband, whatever. i've loved people like my family and my friends, but i've never been in love. do those two phrases even have a difference? is there a difference in being 'in love' and 'loving someone'. i think so to be honest. well i think mostly everyone wants to be in love. to have that kind of love where you can't help but wonder what that person is doing when they're not with you, when the mere sight of them sends your body all klapooey and where you can see a whole future together. i think at first, you're in love and then you progress to just loving them. you don't want them as much, they're not your oxygen anymore, but you need them. you know what i mean? i haven't explained it completely, but you know.

sometimes, i feel jealous of the women who lived in the victorian era, or even before the 1960s, when men were chivalrous and you didn't have technology. you had letter writing, love letters that you'd wait months for, just to hear that your husband was okay, when he was fighting in the war. or when, in the 1800s, you'd do all those elizabethan dances and it wasn't sleazy, grinding up against each other, it was just the connection of your eyes with his that could make your soul quiver. you didn't need to feel each other up to feel close to them, the mystery was sexy instead of losing all your clothes. i'm being honest here, i do think that technology has sucked the traditions and the romance out of our lives, but could we really survive without it?

did we sacrifice our romance for an easier life?
sometimes i feel jealous.

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lydia
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