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Originally Posted by Stitchawl
Yes, that is what it 'means,' but why the word 'tight?' Keep looking... it's an interesting answer!
Oh, but I DO want to see her again! That was almost 45 years ago. I certainly don't hold a grudge. I'd love to see her once more, ask about her life, ask if she ever had a daughter and named her 'Stacy' as she use to talk about. Besides, if she hadn't broken up with me I might still be somewhere in 'the old neighborhood' instead of having seen so much of the world. I'm actually pretty thankful! In fact, I did find her in Facebook, but she refused to 'friend' me.
There are certainly enough bigamists who say so. And though there are many cultures and some religions that say multiple spouses are OK, I have a feeling that those 'rules' sprang from higher infant mortality rates rather than from love.
When I first thought I was 'in love,' I looked in the dictionary to find out just what 'love' was. Didn't help at all. So I asked my mother to give me a definition. She gave it her best shot. I still didn't understand. So I asked my father to give me a definition... No luck there either.
That too was 45 years ago. I'm no closer to an answer that I can verbalize. But I do think that although it's wonderful to have someone love you, it's even better when you love someone else. Of course, the best is obvious.
Stitchawl
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Originally Posted by aceflor
I realized I expressed myself very clumsily this morning, and sounded like a moralist, which I am not. at all. (except for kids, animals, and non consensual, I think everything is fine, yes beppe, you are good with fruits and veggies ).
I believe that a person cannot belong to another. This being my guideline, everything is pretty clear afterwards. FOR MYSELF, I think loving two persons at the same time can happen, but I would not have a relationship with both, and friendship can already be too much. I committed myself to my husband, and FOR ME (again), that is a pretty clear statement. I would be in deep s... if I were to find out one day that I did not love him anymore, so I've kept my fingers crossed those last 20 years, and it seems to work .
For everyone reading this thread : feel free to do as you wish and feel, love is very complicated, I have not yet found exactly how it works.
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What a wonderful theme for discussion! What is love? I dig that. I do not know nothing about it, except that without it I would loose my leafs and wither. Who knows what it is and how it works, although falling in love and being in love is something happening all the time and to all sort of people, since at least the times of Sappho and Catullus.
For me, every time it has been and is very different on each occasions, while there are "things" that do not change. What Sappho and Catullus sing, I think I experienced it all. Because I read about it? I do not think so. Like at a dinner, there was this girl that I had met years before, and I was intrigued. On impulse, I asked if I could draw her face. I started to do a sketch on the paper towel. So I could look at her without ogling. See Ace, there are ways ... It came out that she accepted to be photographed for further exercises, pictures to be taken at her place, so that few days later I was there shooting pictures like a pro, for about an hour. I was totally absorbed. I had never done that before, but I had seen it done. Then I stopped, exhausted and she gave me some coffee on the kitchen table. We lighted up cigarettes. And suddenly, I found myself without words, without strength, without will. The words of Catullus came to my mind. Although they were the words of Sappho. Could not speak, could hardly breath. It never happened again to me, but it did happen that time, with her. Catullus really experienced that fully, the last lines are the key of what happened to me, I think.
This is Sappho 31
He appears to me, that one, equal to the gods,
the man who, facing you,
is seated and, up close, that sweet voice of yours
he listens to
And how you laugh your charming laugh. Why it
makes my heart flutter within my breast,
because the moment I look at you, right then, for me,
to make any sound at all won’t work any more.
My tongue has a breakdown and a delicate
— all of a sudden — fire rushes under my skin.
With my eyes I see not a thing, and there is a roar
that my ears make.
Sweat pours down me and a trembling
seizes all of me; paler than grass
am I, and a little short of death
do I appear to me.
And this is Catullus 51
He seems to me to be equal to a god,
he, if it is permissible, seems to surpass the gods,
who sitting opposite again and again
sees and hears you,
sweetly laughing, which stole all
the senses from miserable me: for when I look at you,
Lesbia, no voice is left to me in my mouth.
But the tongue slips, under the limbs
a thin flame pours down, with their own sound
the ears are ringing, the lights (eyes)
are covered by twin night.
Leisure, Catullus, is mischievous to you:
You revel in and desire leisure too much:
Leisure has previously destroyed kings and
lost cities.