If you want to see a real relationship come over to my house, my guy and I have good and bad times. More good then bad we still enjoy each other and when I was in the hospital and could not walk on my own for a year he stayed by my side quit his job to stay home and take care of me. That is real not fairy tales.
You found your knight, my point exactly.
I'm sorry, I tend to write in a rather flowery manner, comes from reading all that old english growing up
I also tend to speak rather "over-the-top" in order to make my points.
Real love is so much more than flowers, just as you say. Real love comes out when (as Kages Cup and you have said) there are ups and downs. Real love occurs when someone is unloveable. When you love someone who is loveable, what's the big deal? So you've done what anybody else could do. But when you love someone when they aren't lovely, when they're being 'only human' (which I am so often
, when they make mistakes or when something happens and they can't give back what you're giving to them, that is worthwhile, that is where the real "Love Story" happens. Much like you and Kages Cup have been relating.
Yes I did get these ideas from my Mother, and my Father. They've been married over 25 years now and still going strong. I can remember them arguing, discussing, coming out of their room with tears in their eyes, but that isn't where it ended. It continues because I saw them giving and forgiving, my dad helping my mom when she broke her arm while roller-skating a couple years ago, "kiss-and-making-up" after the arguments, that is what shaped me.
And in the circles I run in, admittedly a bit more conservative than most of the rest of the world for now, I see girls who appreciate the door being opened by true gentlemen. Girls who wait in the car for us to open their doors. Girls fast becoming young women who will then become women, wives and mothers who will shape the next generation. Truly the mother has the harder task, the greater responsibility in the shaping of the future. But she also has the greater joy, the richer hope.
And yes, I've found a cinderella who appreciates me as much as I appreciate her. And in the give and take of real life we'll grow past the 'puppy-love' and into the deep, rich joy of real love. Love that has scars and bruises, but because it has seen dark, the light shines for it ever brighter.
After all, are we not relative beings? We feel warmth because we feel cold, and vice versa. We know despair because we know hope. We know love because we know what love isn't.