Sonnets!

(Obviously, this is Shakespeare.)

LVII.

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.

Love

http://www.canoe.ca/LifewiseSexromance0201/jan7_science_print.html

Contrary to popular belief, while men and women are equally capable of romantic passion, it is usually the men who fall in love the fastest and the hardest. They are the true romantics. Women, on the other hand, tend to treat their affairs with at least a degree or pragmatism and common sense.

I remember learning about these studies! Yeah, lots of interesting things in them.

Most people, she finds, associate confidence, caring for the other, respect, loyalty, devotion, sacrifice and satisfaction to both love and commitment. On the other hand, they attribute intimacy and happiness strictly to love. Even more unexpected is the fact that most of the people Fehr interviewed for her study consider the feeling of trust to be an essential component of what they call love. As well, mutual respect, loyalty and tenderness—over and above raw physical attraction—were identified as those things likely to form the foundation for a loving relationship.

So, Paul, I guess the reason 'like' and 'love' only seem like variations on the same thing to me is that I do have some degree of intimacy with my friends (backrubs! Yay!), and my friends make me happy (this seems like a rather odd thing to be love-only o_O). Most of the things they list as typically attributed only to love, I also get out of my friends. So it's not that my love is less, it's that my like is more ;)

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"Love Means Never Having To Say You're Corny"

And for all our intellectualization, don't you find it funny that for something we don't have a clue about, we can be so certain when we're irrevocably in love?

Heh.

To give you an idea of how much of an LJ ho I am:

Several times (which I originally typed as "Steveral") when I have intended to go on Google and look something up, I have instead typed "www.livejournal.com". Given that "Livejournal" and "Google" only have three letters in common, and not even in the right order, you have to wonder.

In other news, Daddy bought me McDonald's. Yay lunch!

How bizzare...

( Just as all the love-talk is picking up, a quiz that illustrates exactly what I'm talking about! )

(no subject)

So Lidia recieved the following letter/e-mail:
( Kyler! )

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So I'm killing myself laughing.

( Ensuing conversation with Amber: )

I can't wait for game, now. :D