Mark Heartford replied 30th Mar '14:
The Un - full field
The love we miss due to our or others thoughts and fears.
As I read the question about love. I recall all the past mistakes of errors of judgement I had in the love I could have had.
We all have had that I suppose. From out school days of fancying the French teacher, my first crush, to the sixth form of trying to get a date.
In the office of our first job of trying to pull a temp at the Christmas office drinks party.
The love of loving someone who you cannot have because there married.
Happily?!?! I don't know.
What do you do with a love that lives in the mind and the heart which cannot be full field, like planting a field of flowers and nothing grows
(that's why I used full field)
I wait and hope that the sun will shine, the rain comes down and love will find a way to come my way.
I wish, I wish , I wish
Kim Loe replied 30th Mar '14:
A story which hopefully mentions love
Somewhat relevant to the topic of love
I'm probably not the right person to respond to this. I’m not sure I have ever been in love, only in lust and in wonder, though I will argue with myself that both are pieces of the same jigsaw, which we can call love. Rather than share one of my love stories I can share many of them in one story:
Boy meets girl. Boy feels that familiar tingle of excitement and starts to imagine what could be. The seed has been planted. Boy spends far too much time thinking about girl.
Boy takes the feint tracing of girl’s likeness and begins to create a collage of unique beauty, made from imperfections and other stolen images, all close enough not to shatter the illusion of true memory but with enough artistic license to ensure fascination and desire is well fed. Boy wants girl.
Boy doesn’t change, though the world around him does. Boy’s eyes still see clearly but colours adjust themselves while musicians change their stories. Through adventure, fear, experience and luck, on this occasion, boy gets girl.
Still, without knowing much of girl’s experiences, desires, passions, or faults, boy feels a growing urge to close every space between their lips, bodies, thoughts, and perceptions. Boy defies many of those around him and rules with badly informed instincts.
With every taste, tale, expression, and conquered experience, things become clearer, mysteries are solved, and the collage is changed outside of boy’s control. Boy begins to question where he is and what he wants.
My lust and wonder have always thrived on the new, the unexpected, and the unpredictable, and ultimately fed on the distance between myself and another. At the same time lust and wonder cause me to fear, conquer, control, and remove those necessary spaces.
A second Anis Nin quote which is relevant, “We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.”
I’m not a skeptic and I don’t live in fear or disappointment with regards to love. Despite my negativity, nothing at all excites me more than the experiences which the word love promises.