True Love Waits

The title of this post is probably one of the songs I love lyrically the most.

I'll drown my beliefs
To have you be in peace
I'll dress like your niece
And wash your swollen feet

Just don't leave
Don't leave

I'm not living
I'm just killing time
Your tiny hands
Your crazy kitten smile

Just don't leave
Don't leave

And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love lives
On lollipops and crisps

Just don't leave
Don't leave

Just don't leave
Don't leave

I might have "True Love Waits In Haunted Attics" tattooed on me, probably underneath a heart and crown. 

It's funny how our feelings of what love is, or what it will be, or what it is meant to be and how we are meant to feel when it happens, change as we get older. Or perhaps just change as we grow through - in and out - of relationships. I guess one denotes the other.

I don't think people strive for love. They strive to feel normal. To have companionship. To never be alone. 

I think the only true love is the love we can never have, the love that is never requited. The love just beyond our reach. That's the love (after your first love) that you dream of every night and comsumes every waking thought. It's that kind of love that gives you butterflies when you see them, and pine when they aren't there.

I don't think you ever have relationships with that sort of love. Perhaps 'relationship' love is not anything less, just different. I'm not sure which I'd prefer. Companionship. Familiarity. Maybe it's underrated. After all, as far as science is concerned that rush of love I described is really lust. Just to make us have sex and pro-create. 

Love has no place in basic instincts.