Had a good weekend. Drinks,laughs and secrets revealed.

You Are 22 Years Old

22 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... Love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

A question posed one night. What is love?
Breathless, sense of empty-fullness, Earthly gaze entwined with the immaterial perfection of Heaven.

Wow, love is that craving in the pit of your stomach as you see someone in the distance with the walk, sway of the hips and flick of the hair as the one you want to see; crave to see. Even though the figure is too far for you to actually know who they are, you know them by all those things and a twinge in the soul. Your heart skips and that little pain in your chest numbs all other emotions. As you see their recognized smile, Every sensation in your body explodes, implodes, collapses and is rebuilt in that person.
Happiness is also a part of the whole picture. Happiness for its own sake. The obliteration of self for the good of the other. A smile for me means that I'd give everything up for the person I love, just for one more smile. Self-sacrificial lamb of sorts when it comes to love. Sacrifice myself for the other to be happy. Doesn't mean death, although that's one of the sacrifices, but the denial of good BAD HABITS.
The touch, OH MY GOD, the touch! Have you ever stepped into a dark room and have the hairs on the back of your neck stand up like some static charge shot up your back? Same thing. Cold fingertips, warm cheeks, soft lips. All the same with different sensations. They all go straight to the brain, by this time the brain is screaming, "YE-HAW!!!" The hands go through the hair, softly. Headaches, what headaches!? That touch just makes the world around you disappear. Slow dancing is worse. The hand on the small of your back, your shoulder, your arm. It's like a deep massage in public. It carresses the soul.
There are no flaws in love. Every little thing is something curiously perfect in love, which it is in itself. Every thought and every action, no matter how questionable, is perfect. You may know they are not, but who cares. They are, for all intense purposes, perfect in their own right. We may find them irritating, but without that flaw, they are not who they are to us. They are something different.

Love's a bitch, ladies and gentlemen. Hopeless Romantics UNITE! I'd give all for love. And it's true, "It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." Only if your a masochist.
The above is only in a perfect society, but if you've felt that way before, then your perfect society exists in love.