What's Love Got TO DO With It-Tina Turner

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I was recently asked if I have ever been in LOVE.
“Have you ever experienced real love, true love, just plain old fashioned take your breath away love?”

The question caused my heart to stand still in time.
The question caused my heart to look back in time.

The question, later, caused me to consider what LOVE really is.

I looked up the definitions and was not pleased…few were descriptive of the LOVE that I was being asked to contemplate.
Love:
1. a strong positive emotion of regard and affection; "his love for his work";
2. any object of warm affection or devotion; "the theater was her first love";
3. have a great affection or liking for; "I love French food";
4. beloved: a beloved person; used as terms of endearment
5. a deep feeling of sexual desire and attraction; "their love left them indifferent to their surroundings”
6. get pleasure from; "I love cooking"
7. a score of zero in tennis or squash; "it was 40 love"
8. be enamored or in love with; "She loves her husband deeply"
9. roll in the hay: have sexual intercourse with; "This student sleeps with everyone in her dorm"; "Adam knew Eve"; "Were you ever intimate with this man?"
10. sexual love: sexual activities (often including sexual intercourse) between two people; "he hadn't had any love in months
• Love has many meanings in English, from something that gives a little pleasure ("I loved that movie") to something one would die for (patriotism, pairbonding). It can describe an intense feeling of affection, an emotion or an emotional state. In ordinary use, it usually refers to interpersonal love. Probably due to its large psychological relevance, love is one of the most common themes in art. The majority of modern movies have a love story and most pop music is about love.

It hurts to THINK about this question.

My first LOVE was with a boy I very rarely discuss. He was my very first Love at the age of 14. We dated for 1½ years. My parents did not care for him. He was Hispanic and lived a few blocks away. He looked like “Chico” from “Chico and the Man”…and young Freddy Prinz. He went to a public school and the boys at my Catholic school chased him away many nights. I thought I loved him, but in retrospect, in was just a love of having him around, wearing his class ring, having an older guy with a car. He deflowered my very best friend, on a warm fall day at a house party…while I was out performing a pom pom routine at a football game. Weeks later he told me about the event in my very own living room. He broke up with me and broke my heart. (He had never went that far with me…never even asked.) But I was not in LOVE…not “real love, true love, just plain old fashioned take your breath away love.”

My second LOVE was that with Australia. Many boyfriends had come and gone in between. I had never found myself alone or without a date…but Australia was as close as it gets. Unfortunately, I do not believe that you can call it LOVE when it never lasts…there must be another word for that. It seemed like “real love, true love, just plain old fashioned take your breath away love”, for ME, but I can not prove that it was that for HIM….so I do not think that can be called LOVE. If it is…then it is not fair LOVE.

I’ve LOVED boys from afar. without them knowing…”NOT real love, NOT true love, just plain old fashioned take your breath away love.”

I’ve LOVED certain men and looked forward to being around them. Loved the sparkle in their eyes, the way they moved their lips, their hands, or their arms. “Not real love, but true love, and just plain old fashioned take your breath away love.”

I’ve LOVED guys in bands, to watch them.
I’ve LOVED the Bassist/Bartender Guy, the conversation of him.


Those situations can not be considered for this question…it was NEVER REAL…never returned, and if it was…I was never aware.

I’ve LOVED H on and off…but I can not place my finger on why it is not “real love, not true love, not just plain old fashioned take your breath away love.” I enjoy his company, when it is provided. That one is very difficult to put into words for me right now. I think he is placing concentration on other LOVES. Tonight when I thought more about it…tried to pinpoint it…

I’ve LOVED the flirtatious smiling of another, only to lose his glistening attention to a deadly curve near a lake on his motorcycle. “Real love, true love, just plain old fashioned take your breath away love”…Never Know.


I’ve LOVED someone from many MILES away, but have lost those roads in between as well. ‘Real love, true love, just plain old fashioned take your breath away love” …pulled away before the jury came in.

Wouldn’t it be a shame to never experience the LOVE that I was being questioned of?

What would be the purpose of LIFE?

I LOVE my KIDS
I LOVE my STUDENTS
I LOVE my FRIENDS

But that is not it….the real LOVE being asked of.
What about my single Uncle, single all of his life
…never LOVED...is his life lived in vein?

Were we put here to experience LOVE…or for MOST of us to YEARN for it?
Just watch a few fortunate people…and yearn for what they seem to have.
LOVE is so very Painful…
Just Read a few Blogs
Sing a few Songs
Watch a few Movies

Sit on a corner and watch people drive by in their cars on the way home from work…Ponder if they are IN LOVE…
“Real love, true love, just plain old fashioned take your breath away LOVE.”

Gosh, it sure sounds good….but makes me feel so very
SAD