June 11, 2013

  • Insomnia

    I have a test today (it’s 1:33 am) and I can’t sleep because I’ve had too much caffeine.

    I was wondering how many people out there ever think about people they once loved. I was thinking about a Greek ex boyfriend who lived in Germany. I wonder if he ever thinks about me and how often. I wonder about my Japanese ex whom I not only loved but idolized intensely for almost a year. Do these people ever remember you at all? Because sometimes the love is so unfair and unbalanced between two people. In the case of my Greek ex, he loved me so much more than I loved him that I felt as though it pushed me away. The opposite was true of my Japanese ex: he could decide not to talk to me for weeks whereas I felt that I could not breathe if I did not talk to him at least once a day.

    My mom told me that it is better to marry someone who loves you a little more than you love the person. At first, I felt sad and disagreed with her, but now I understand what she means. In fact, a woman I respect and admire recently told me the exact same thing using almost the exact same words.

    But I wonder what it’s like to be a man who marries a woman he knows doesn’t love him as much as he loves her? I know I would probably feel uncomfortable with the situation. I want to be madly in love with the person and I also want the other person to feel the same way towards me.

Comments (3)

  • Past loves? I’d say insomniacs dwell on it (says me at 6 am).

  • Thanks for dropping by my site and leaving a comment and a mini!  A past love contacted me recently after many years without any contact so I am pretty sure that people who love do remember each other. I know that I do.  I believe the French say that there is always one who loves and one who let’s themselves be loved.  I think that is true, yet there are those who find for each other love pure and simple. 

  • Ah, you’ve dated a Greek. I’m sorry. Just teasing! But seriously, it’s quite hard to think about. I would be worried if the person loved me more than I loved them.

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