Love Is.....
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Love is...
...being able to tell my husband of more than a decade that I felt like I have been living a lie, that I am a submissive and have been hiding my desires for far too long
...him loving me enough to hear me out, to hear that I think that I have met a dom who is able to be the things I need that he cannot
...Mr. saying that he is in this for the long haul, that he is willing to wait for me to be able to do this openly
...not falling, but being afraid and jumping anyway!
...being able to tell my husband of more than a decade that I felt like I have been living a lie, that I am a submissive and have been hiding my desires for far too long
...him loving me enough to hear me out, to hear that I think that I have met a dom who is able to be the things I need that he cannot
...Mr. saying that he is in this for the long haul, that he is willing to wait for me to be able to do this openly
...not falling, but being afraid and jumping anyway!
myinnerslut
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whispering goodnight and i love you every night even though we are hours apart
catalina_francisco
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....when he says he knows no matter what he does to me, how much he hurts me, how much he abuses me, I will still be there loving him as he loves me, and I will never leave and he would never let me go. 
Catalina
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FurryFury
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Love is when you buy him some shit that you fucking hate, and will have to face again and again. because you want to give him the shit he is really into, and for that you are willing to shell out, and put up with it being in your fucking face.
Love is doing the things for him that he doesn't do for you, without being all pissed off at the lack of either recognition or reciprocity, while recognizing that you yourself, are choosing to walk this path.
Or IS it???
Fury
Love is doing the things for him that he doesn't do for you, without being all pissed off at the lack of either recognition or reciprocity, while recognizing that you yourself, are choosing to walk this path.
Or IS it???
Fury
lil_slave_rose
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....knowing ALL of my faults and loving me with all of His being anyway.
....putting up with my mouthiness and instead of walking away, punishing me or getting angry, He tells me He loves 200 times a day *sigh*
....wanting to 'scene' badly, but knowing i'm too tired or just simply 'not in the mood' He puts me to bed with a soft kiss and a whisper of 'Daddy loves you, princess' in my ear as i drift off to sleep.
....putting up with my mouthiness and instead of walking away, punishing me or getting angry, He tells me He loves 200 times a day *sigh*
....wanting to 'scene' badly, but knowing i'm too tired or just simply 'not in the mood' He puts me to bed with a soft kiss and a whisper of 'Daddy loves you, princess' in my ear as i drift off to sleep.
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Love is when he turns to you when his life gets complicated and fucked up, even though you have a lot to do with the complicated-ness and the fucked-up-ness, because he knows he can trust you.
Love is when you can hold him close to you while he's beating himself up over something he's done and say, "You know what? Even though you drive me nuts sometimes, there ain't a whole lot in this world I wouldn't do for you."
Love is that feeling you get while he rests his head on your chest, and you stroke his hair and hold him like a child.
Love is when you can hold him close to you while he's beating himself up over something he's done and say, "You know what? Even though you drive me nuts sometimes, there ain't a whole lot in this world I wouldn't do for you."
Love is that feeling you get while he rests his head on your chest, and you stroke his hair and hold him like a child.
Love is...
Never questioning that I want to be with him, even when he's made me so angry I'd like to hit him.
The way I find myself smiling for no apparent reason when we're together, or the look he still gets in his eyes, like he can't quite believe this is really true.
Being willing to take risks together, whether that's trying something new or simply trusting each other.
The way we know just exactly how to make the other one shiver and purr with one touch or the subtle digging in of a fingernail.
Being totally unable to keep our hands or our lips or our eyes off each other.
The rush I get from a simple text message while I'm at class to say he loves me and is thinking of me.
Never questioning that I want to be with him, even when he's made me so angry I'd like to hit him.
The way I find myself smiling for no apparent reason when we're together, or the look he still gets in his eyes, like he can't quite believe this is really true.
Being willing to take risks together, whether that's trying something new or simply trusting each other.
The way we know just exactly how to make the other one shiver and purr with one touch or the subtle digging in of a fingernail.
Being totally unable to keep our hands or our lips or our eyes off each other.
The rush I get from a simple text message while I'm at class to say he loves me and is thinking of me.
IMO, this is the best description of love that I've ever found.
Sonnet XVII, Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Sonnet XVII, Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Thanks shy!
For those who speak Spanish...I found it un-translated.
No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de chaveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.
Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de si, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que acendio de la tierra.
Te amo sin saber como, ni cuando, ni de donde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
asi te amo porque no se amar de otra manera,
sino asi de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mia,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueno.
For those who speak Spanish...I found it un-translated.
No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de chaveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.
Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de si, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que acendio de la tierra.
Te amo sin saber como, ni cuando, ni de donde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
asi te amo porque no se amar de otra manera,
sino asi de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mia,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueno.
myinnerslut
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tzigane said:
isnt this in the movie patch adams?
shadowboxerbaby
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Love Is . . .
. . . my demise
. . . my demise
catalina_francisco
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is when he patiently wipes the blood from your face (self induced so calm down all you fellow masochists 
) after you totally and unexectedly freaked on him again, and ruined all his plans for a fun-filled afternoon. Hmmmm, we will try again...lol, I fell much calmer now, no more screaming and hyperventilating. 
Catalina
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catalina_francisco said:
Catalina
I trust all is well. My love to you both.
Eb
catalina_francisco
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Ebonyfire said:
Ditto...yes, all is well...just more of the crap which pops up without warning ever since my father's death. Sheesh, when will things be normal again?...wonder F isn't a nervous wreck by now.
catalina_francisco
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....middle of the day escapades before he heads off back to work, and all this after nearly 5 years of marriage...thought we would have cooled down by now but doesn't seem so.Catalina
myinnerslut
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love is finding my phone ater misplacing it and getting a message in that cute litlle voice saying " i havnt heard from you all day, where are you? i love you"
catalina_francisco
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is when he comes home from work and sinks onto the sofa laughing and explaining how bemused he is to think a few shirt years ago he was a freedom loving bachelor going out to bars and frineds places every night, anything but going home until absolutely necessary and how now he can't wait to get into the car and get home and like a real homebody, relax with the one he loves, and loves him. 
Catalina
catalina_francisco
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is knowing he is not only there for me always, but he is also there for my son and supports and encourages him through every step of his journey to his own hoped for independence...together we support each other through good days and bad.Catalina
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