In Castle, a tv show that I watch with unabashed glee, defines knowing when your in love as the moment when all the songs make sense. Romantic and appropriately poetic, but, it made me stop and think for a moment about myself and my own run ins with Love.
I thought back onto my childhood, and I realized that even as a young girl, I knew what the songs meant. As soon as I was able to process abstract concepts, I knew love. I watched it in movies, heard in it song, read it in books and poems; I even created it within my stuffed animals (each animal/doll/troll had to have a match, no matter the improbability. And I still see no reason why a blue rhino and a purple elephant falling in love is such a stretch of the imagination.)
So, if we go with Castle's definition on how we know we're in love, then it would stand to reason that I've always been in love, because I have always understood them.
Of course, I could be deluding myself. I could very well mistake understanding love for the longing of love, but I don't think so.
The romantic in me wants to believe that I've always understood love, because I've always been in love. With my family, with the world, with my life. And, perhaps, with my dear sir.
This logic will probably never hold up with argument, but it makes me smile. That's all I require.
Annie, I think you're perfectly right. There's nothing wrong with your logic here (just your grammar in a couple places!). You have always been in love with life. In my experience, loving a man is like having that love for life concentrated, amplified, and focused to a point, like a laser. Anyway, I enjoyed this one. Keep it up!
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