I have lived my life and have come to believe there are many types of love, real love, that affect you differently at different times in your journey.
I have felt parental love and the warm and happy, secure feeling that you’ll always remember. I have had puppy love that seizes you and shakes you to your very core with its odd and unfamiliar emotions… always to end tragically and you can never forget.
Then, your first love; full of desire, lust and discovery… you’ll try to hold on, but then you grow and move apart. Oh and then the love of your life that feels like the part of you you’ve been searching for. A part of you will leave and never return, and a family of souls grow out of a union of brighter days and quieter nights. This becomes your family and grows older with you, bringing with it yet more and more into your autumn.
There’s the love and embers of memory, where all is forgiven… and the years of all love come flooding forth to tug at your hearts emotions to find rest and communion… where all the love becomes good; makes you whole and who you are. This final love brings a smile to the minds eye and a feeling that no fire can ever pair… you realize that all love is the same but that you were never the same, and all love is good, and you always want more.
I love this picture! i saw it at a museum for an exhibit on Musicians Photography and i just love it! there is no other way i can think of for capturing being in a moment with someone you love (the way only debbie and chris are clear as if theyr the only ones in the world and in the center while everything is a blur). This picture describes how i feel in one of these moments.
It also reminds me of the first time i ever saw and felt love. i was little and at a train station waiting in the train. out on the platform i saw two (maybe college age) hippyish people and they were holding eachother and staring into eachothers eyes. then they started to kiss passionatly like they would never see eachother again and it went on like that for a few minutes and i think i saw a little bit of tears. I could feel the love they had for eachother and thats when i think i first saw real love. This picture brings that memory back.
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I have lived my life and have come to believe there are many types of love, real love, that affect you differently at different times in your journey.
I have felt parental love and the warm and happy, secure feeling that you’ll always remember. I have had puppy love that seizes you and shakes you to your very core with its odd and unfamiliar emotions… always to end tragically and you can never forget.
Then, your first love; full of desire, lust and discovery… you’ll try to hold on, but then you grow and move apart. Oh and then the love of your life that feels like the part of you you’ve been searching for. A part of you will leave and never return, and a family of souls grow out of a union of brighter days and quieter nights. This becomes your family and grows older with you, bringing with it yet more and more into your autumn.
There’s the love and embers of memory, where all is forgiven… and the years of all love come flooding forth to tug at your hearts emotions to find rest and communion… where all the love becomes good; makes you whole and who you are. This final love brings a smile to the minds eye and a feeling that no fire can ever pair… you realize that all love is the same but that you were never the same, and all love is good, and you always want more.
That is so beautiful! It feels true too…
I love this picture! i saw it at a museum for an exhibit on Musicians Photography and i just love it! there is no other way i can think of for capturing being in a moment with someone you love (the way only debbie and chris are clear as if theyr the only ones in the world and in the center while everything is a blur). This picture describes how i feel in one of these moments.
It also reminds me of the first time i ever saw and felt love. i was little and at a train station waiting in the train. out on the platform i saw two (maybe college age) hippyish people and they were holding eachother and staring into eachothers eyes. then they started to kiss passionatly like they would never see eachother again and it went on like that for a few minutes and i think i saw a little bit of tears. I could feel the love they had for eachother and thats when i think i first saw real love. This picture brings that memory back.