Well. Yeah. This is a strange something or other that I wrote while I was
bored. I upload everything I write, but this is the first one on FF.net.
I'm still getting used to it, but I'd appreciate reviews. Any kind: love,
hate or indifferent. All are great.
So. This would be considered maybe a conclusion for a piece of writing, an essay. No, I haven't written the beginning, or the middle, or any part except this. I wanted to start from the end, see what would happen. It's Legolas POV, or so it turned out, and he writes of someone; guess who! Review, guess, and I'll give the answer in the next part, which will be out someday.
All standard disclaimers apply, though I don't think I need them. I never mention anyone's name or anything. Ah well. I'll shut up now.
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Essays on Love
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And so, from my personal experiences, I can conclude several things.
First of which is, one never falls out of love. One would simply realize that their so-called 'love' is merely infatuation, or a form of admiration.
It can also now be said that love is built on friendship, no matter what kind. The deepest hatred contains friendship, therefore it is not a limiting factor; rather, it is an enabling factor.
My love has been given to my best friend, and forever it will stay with them. Duty and fate are against us, but we take advantage of the time we have been given, knowing that soon, we must part. This parting is most likely going manifest into the single most difficult decision ever to be made by myself.
This brings me to my last conclusion, a conclusion that may indeed be shocking to many, for I do not believe ever hearing of it before; but it is nevertheless true. Love is symbiotic with grief. Though the love I have towards one being is pure and good and wholesome, it causes me pain; so much pain, and grief. Grief that I am not living life, for, true love is not fit for this world. True love is meant for dreams and fantasies. One who finally is able to experience this phenomenon known as 'true love' may find temporary relief from the hardships of life, but it is not to last. Eventually they will discover the ache, the ache that comes to be permanent, deep in the body of your soul. Nothing will ever stop this ache. It will remain in the person forever, as long as they draw breath; and after, when in the depths of the afterlife, they will recall the deep sorrow experienced when they first expressed their feelings to their lover, and when they were with them, and when they parted; for, all of these events, however different they may be, are the same, in spirit and essence.
I would like to make a final statement now, to put an end to the nonsense that should have been stated when the great undying lands of this world were created, and emotions were came. I have committed and doomed myself by falling in love. And yes, I realize it will eventually result in my no longer drawing breath, but it was worth it. For the stolen season I spent with the one I love, it was far worth it. However short, finding and acknowledging true love is what life revolves around, and if one dies afterwards, so be it. Duty and fate are strong, and many live by their rules, but fate be damned, without love.
The essence of love is life; and the essence of life is love.
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Wanna shoot me now? Well go right ahead! But review first. Thanks and have a nice day!
So. This would be considered maybe a conclusion for a piece of writing, an essay. No, I haven't written the beginning, or the middle, or any part except this. I wanted to start from the end, see what would happen. It's Legolas POV, or so it turned out, and he writes of someone; guess who! Review, guess, and I'll give the answer in the next part, which will be out someday.
All standard disclaimers apply, though I don't think I need them. I never mention anyone's name or anything. Ah well. I'll shut up now.
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Essays on Love
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And so, from my personal experiences, I can conclude several things.
First of which is, one never falls out of love. One would simply realize that their so-called 'love' is merely infatuation, or a form of admiration.
It can also now be said that love is built on friendship, no matter what kind. The deepest hatred contains friendship, therefore it is not a limiting factor; rather, it is an enabling factor.
My love has been given to my best friend, and forever it will stay with them. Duty and fate are against us, but we take advantage of the time we have been given, knowing that soon, we must part. This parting is most likely going manifest into the single most difficult decision ever to be made by myself.
This brings me to my last conclusion, a conclusion that may indeed be shocking to many, for I do not believe ever hearing of it before; but it is nevertheless true. Love is symbiotic with grief. Though the love I have towards one being is pure and good and wholesome, it causes me pain; so much pain, and grief. Grief that I am not living life, for, true love is not fit for this world. True love is meant for dreams and fantasies. One who finally is able to experience this phenomenon known as 'true love' may find temporary relief from the hardships of life, but it is not to last. Eventually they will discover the ache, the ache that comes to be permanent, deep in the body of your soul. Nothing will ever stop this ache. It will remain in the person forever, as long as they draw breath; and after, when in the depths of the afterlife, they will recall the deep sorrow experienced when they first expressed their feelings to their lover, and when they were with them, and when they parted; for, all of these events, however different they may be, are the same, in spirit and essence.
I would like to make a final statement now, to put an end to the nonsense that should have been stated when the great undying lands of this world were created, and emotions were came. I have committed and doomed myself by falling in love. And yes, I realize it will eventually result in my no longer drawing breath, but it was worth it. For the stolen season I spent with the one I love, it was far worth it. However short, finding and acknowledging true love is what life revolves around, and if one dies afterwards, so be it. Duty and fate are strong, and many live by their rules, but fate be damned, without love.
The essence of love is life; and the essence of life is love.
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Wanna shoot me now? Well go right ahead! But review first. Thanks and have a nice day!