<p>I have never been in love, so I was having difficulty writing my story that has to do with falling in love. Would you like to share your memories of the times when you fell in love? How did you feel? What changes did you go through? What made you realize you were in love?</p>
<p>yeah.. I don't buy that.,...you've fallen in love, just write what you feel, if what you're writing isn't coming from your own heart, then its not worth writing.</p>
<p>Oh dinnie, it is sooo magical. Let me try to help you out with my beautiful love story, for I will never forget a single detail.</p>
<p>I was only five and three quarters, and she, well...she was only five and eight pennies. We were drawing, I was drying a blue blob, she was drawing a yellow blob, and we were sitting right next to each other. I had never noticed her before, and I doubt she had ever noticed me. And then are arms bumped, her soft baby skin rubbed my soft baby skin, and her cheeks of baby-fat flushed with the redness of a growing baby rose just entering this world with its innocense untouched. And then she and I both went for the red crayon, and our hands touched, our eyes met, and we instantly fell in love (even though she squirted her juice box at me after I snatched the crayon and started to leave to sit with Bob--the fat boy who never shared his graham crackers.)</p>
<p>Ah, love true love, the only thing all hearts can desire, its magical fuel, its magical battery, that which keeps the rest of us alive, pumping joy through our bodies, from one extremity to the next, from the toes to the mind, from one soul to one world.</p>
<p>Oh sorry, I just realized you wanted to know how I felt after I fell in love, now how I fell in love. Again sorry, I have to take a shower now, but maybe afterwards, if I'm not too lazy, I'll help you out with the feeling part.</p>
<p>Nyjunior,</p>
<p>You are a cutiepie! Wow, that was so innocent!</p>
<p>Megaman,</p>
<p>The problem is I have never fallen in love, but I have an assignment at hand that requires me to be talking about that experience. I don't see a problem with asking other people to share their anecdotes about it.</p>
<p>Cutiepie?
This dude wants to tazer his grandmother and feed her drugs.
What do you have to say now, dinne? Don't get sucked in, I warn you. It will only end in pain.</p>
<p>I am not getting sucked in, please. I am just asking for others' experience.</p>
<p>Are you kidding me suneshineyday? You absolutely took that grandma thing out of context, and you were the one who started to play around with me about that in the first place in the other thread. You're bad, you're real bad, and I LIKE IT, but that still gives you know reason for coming in here just to sully my name.</p>
<p>Yippy! This is seriously the ninth time tonight I killed a thread. Did I break the CC thread-killing record for most threads killed in one night?</p>
<p>P.S. Sorry if I'm spamming this thread, I don't mean to, it's a nice thread, I just have a bad habit.</p>
<p>you thread killer!!!..aghhhhhhh</p>
<p>It's an obsession. You turn from periods of very high euphoria to deep depression. And you can move up and down five or six times per minute. It's cool :)</p>
<p>Love widens the spectrum of emotions -- and you find yourself all over it in more frequent intervals :P</p>
<p>Love is just an intense form of "like". As much as I can figure.</p>
<p>The problem with love is the fact that it can easily be molded to hate, jealousy, paranoia, and depression. Love is never meant to last, merely a spark to bond two people who'll like or at least stick to each other for unpredictable amount of time.</p>
<p>Haha, I never saw nyjunior's response to my grandma comment. Too funny. I wonder if he's still around or if his time has come (i.e. he decided to leave b/c he was too bored.). That would be too bad. I liked him, I think.</p>
<p>I will never leave 'til your suneshine fades away, for warmly caress my heart its rays, uplift my soul, for another day, most everyday, I seek for its color of brightness--worth more than gold, for energy it enraptures its light so luminous, and seeks out the old, rejuvenation bring it may, break through the sullied skull of the dismal days, when you weren't here, when you weren't here, my sun shiney day.</p>
<p>Not bad for a two-minute poem? But anyways, yeah, it's been pretty boring here, and I've been posting much less than I used to, but I still check in, and pick my spots, maybe even spam a bit.</p>
<p>By the way, since you're a rabbit, is this you? <a href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/bigphotos/images/060411_rabbit_big.jpg%5B/url%5D">http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/bigphotos/images/060411_rabbit_big.jpg</a></p>
<p>For me, being is love means being very close to someone and wanting to kiss them too. :) Falling in love makes me even happier than usual. However, I'm not of those who believes it should last forever. We don't know how long we'll be together, whether we'll change, or if our feelings will last. Love shouldn't be measured by the duration of a relationship - simply by the intensity and pleasure of the feelings we have while we're together.</p>
<p>Beautiful poem, notyet(a). It warmed my sunshiney heart which is hard to do since my heart is already 27 million degrees F. Now it is 27.5 million degrees F. That's quite a jump, don't you agree?
Well, actually that picture is not of me. That's my cousin Peter Rabbit. Getting caught by Mr. McGregor yet again. He's the black sheep of the family, if you will.</p>