When Will I Be Loved?
This entry was posted on 7/16/2008 11:06 AM and is filed under uncategorized.
Being single these days takes alot of strength; can you imagine how much it takes to be in a relationship? Love is powerful and like energy we know it can't be destroyed but can it be a mere part of what we need? You will often hear women's war stories of dealing with bad men, cheaters, liars and whatnot. Men have their equal amout of unhappy stories about women. When either side wishes to cloak the well known bad behavior words like bitter and hater get thrashed around to smokescreen the real issue at hand which is a common one; everybody gets hurt.
With all of the internet porn around and sites dedicated to sexual play and even ones dedicated to breaking your dedication in helping cheaters cheat; what hope does a loving heart have in a heart harpooning environment? Taking the Trans issue out of the equation there are all types of women out there and many of them are alone. Most women don't mind if their man has a wank to a magazine or something on the internet but when photos and videos turns into seeking another human being and communication is sought there is the problem.
Some men feel the need to hide their attractions fearing ridicule and scorn. They have their happy little approved relationships and often sneak away to feed their other shameful little side all the while not realizing that they have no reason to feel bad or let anyone own their mind by telling them who to like. As long as no one is getting hurt who has the right to tell you what you want?
Trusting a lover is one of the most vulnerable places you can be. When you trust your heart to someone and share in that special connection there is no greater euphoria. If a betrayal of that trust takes place the pain can be devastating and excruciating and can leave a wound to last a lifes age. So why do we do it? That high, that inexplicable rush of joy. There is no other feeling like it in the world. No drug or drink can match it.
If both people want it and both play the game at a higher level there can be such joy in love. Hitting on and getting hit on games is kiddie pool conquesting. The big boys play the euphoria game. They stakes are high but so are the wins. Fall in love.
