Writing is a haunting melody

Zot was het. Gisterenavond tot 1u20 over de liefde zitten filosoferen met een spanjaard. Ja een spanjaard dan nog wel. Maar dat doet er niet toe. Het ging 'em over de liefde.

A: what do you think when you think about love?

Ik: Well, giving and getting, appreciating and being appreciated, share a lot , be there for one and another , feel being needed and feel a need to others

A: Forget it!

Ik: *plop, viel met beide voeten weer stevig op de grond neer*

A: Dont expect love from people, to expect is a mistake, expectations and hopes are false, they born in your brains and die in your heart, never expect anything from anybody, and love the things you normally wouldnt, in the sense that, you should try to see everything you give for granted, from the garden in front of your house to the trip to your school, everything is movement and movement is energy and love is energy, love is not a thing only for humans, love is the energy with which you can do stuff

Ik: oh, I see...So what do you call that thing between lovers than?

A: Passion, it fades away with the time, passion is a state of mind, while youre in the adventure of the unknown, everything is exiting...passion look forward to something, love is everywhere, thats why you dont need to look for it

Ik: *vind geen woorden, maar glimlach*

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Ik: thanks for this talk and thanks for being in my life!

A: you dont need to thank me, thank eternal love for making it posibble and thank you for existing, remeber the power of existence

Wel korte versie uiteraard. Maar amaai ja ik ben weer wat wijzer geworden. Liefde is overal. Overal te vinden en overal te verkrijgen. Ik hou van kleuren, ik hou van wolken, ik hou van die kleine bloemetjes op het veld, ik hou van u , van u en van u. Dat is liefde. Iedereen kent liefde en iedereen geeft liefde. Schoon is de wereld en schoon bent u. Ik zie u graag!

Ohja , hij zei ook nog: 'I love you my friend, a lot, you're great, quit thinking you're weird! (haha, ja die kent me al goed)