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By Jon Date: 2002 Jan 24 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.24.01.22.28421]] |
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"So how about your experiences. Care to share?" I asked "My experience?" she asked "Yeah, your experience. Care to share your experiences with the great magical thing we call love?" "Heh sure." she said."I have dated plenty of guys, I've dated more guys than I have fingers and toes in the past year. Oh, I guess you want to know about love. Well, I have been in love two and a half times. My first love was my first real boyfriend, and we were together for like 2 years. But then we broke up because he thought I was spending too much time with my friends. And I was. My second love was this guy that swept me off of my feet. Almost too good to be true, and by the end, it was." she said while trying to hold back a tear or two as if remembering past pain. "Two and a half times? Who was the half?" I asked while wiping away the few tears that escaped her eyes with my thumb "You..." she answered as she touched my face softly with her hand "Me? What do you mean? You're in love with me half way?" I asked with a look of bewilderment on my face "Yeah I'm about half in love with you. Not fully yet." "You can't be half in love with me. That doesn't make any sense." "Yeah you can and it makes perfect sense.", she insisted." Ever since poets and writers picked up a pen and paper they have tried to find ways to measure the degree of love or amount of love someone can feel towards another. In my opinion, love has four degrees. The first degree is a unique and special friendship. They listen to you and vice versa. You can tell that person anything. Sit around and do nothing, then turn around and do anything. That's the first degree. The second degree is a strong physical and emotional attraction. Like I totally get turned on by you when you just simply touch my arm with your finger and the emotional attraction is that I feel a strong sense of adoration towards you. I like everything you do and I want to share emotional experiences with you. I want to see you laugh, cry, angry and happy and share that with you. So far, both of those are fulfilled. I just need the other two degrees and I love you." she said looking at me with an evil grin "Uh, what are the other two degrees?" I asked kind of afraid of what the answer might be. "The third degree is that I have to be willing to give up important things for you and sacrifice whatever it takes to be with you, in other words I have to love you. And I'm not willing to do that just yet. The fourth degree is that I have to be IN love with you and not just love you. Sure, I can love you, but I have to feel it too." "What do you mean by that? How can you love me and not feel it?" "You see, you're a self-proclaimed poet so you should know this."she said to me giggling."Love is a verb, not a feeling. The feeling of love is a fruit of love, the verb. In order to love someone you have to be willing to sacrifice, understand, and empathize. In other words, you have to love them, but that doesn't necessarily mean the feeling of love is there, love is just there. So not only do you have to do the action of loving someone you have to love them as well. And I can't describe what love is because it's way beyond me. When you feel it you know it's love. But usually when you love someone the feeling of love eventually comes about." she answered "I see. So you're about half way there?" I asked and thinking to myself "Funny, you already fulfilled all four of your degrees of love with me." "Yeah, about half way there. So bear with me." she said while gripping my hand tighter We went back to watching tv and it was starting to get really late, but she asked me to stay a little longer because she didn't feel like missing me just yet, so I agreed. Partly because I was too tired to drive back to my place and because I didn't feel like missing her yet either. "Will you sleep with me tonight?" she asked looking at me with a puppy dog expression on her face "Uh. . . what?!?" I said my jaw and testosterone nearly hitting the floor "No, silly. Not sex! I just want you to sleep with me tonight. I want to sleep on top of you." she said laughing "Um wont your roommates get mad at me? I'm a noisy SOB." I said laughing "No dork, my roomate isn't here and if they were I'm sure they would never know you were even in here. I'm sure she forgot you were here by now anyway." she said "Okay I'll sleep with you. Just don't try anything or I'll scream rape." I said laughing "Shutup dork." she said throwing a pillow at my face. She started to undress and she slipped on a flannel shirt. I sat on her bed just looking at her as she fixed herself up for sleep. There must have been something about the angle of the light or the temperature in the room because I swore I had never seen anything more beautiful in my life. It was one of those scenes that go by in slow motion, as corny as that may sound, that's the way I saw it. The way she brushed her hair down to her side and wrapped it up in a ball and how she took off her make up with a handkerchief just amazed and floored me. "What are you looking at?" she said smiling "Something I should have seen awhile ago." I said pulling her close "Are you going to kiss me?" she asked licking her lips "No, I'm not going to kiss you tonight. I'm going to sleep with you. Let's save the kiss for later, we have all the time in the world. This is going against everything I stand for, but lets just take this slowly." "Going against everything you stand for? Oh yeah, I forgot you're a player or a pimp." "No, I'm not a player, I don't have any game. I'm not a pimp either, I don't degrade women like that and my mommy raised me better than that. I just get lucky. I mean I'm with you right now, so I just consider myself very lucky." I said looking at her We got under the covers and she got on top of me smiling. "You sure you don't want that kiss? I am so ready to give you the best kiss of your life right now." she insisted "Yeah I'm pretty sure, if you kissed me right now I would die. I would die a happy man, but I'm not ready to die just yet, I still haven't climbed Mt. Everest or sang on stage with the Backstreet Boys yet." I said "I think your getting closer to fulfilling that third degree." she said."Other guys would have just kissed me and we would have made out all night or something, but you're not like that. Why is that?" she asked resting her chin on my chest "I don't know. If you were anyone else I would have kissed you by now. But for some reason I just rather lay here with you and hold you close to me. Holding you close is just as good as kissing a thousand other girls, so I don't need too, although I'm fighting the temptation. I'll just kiss you in my dreams anyway." I said "I'll see you there." she said. "You know, this would have been a great first kiss for "us"" she said "Us?" I asked. "I like the sound of that, and yeah this would have been a great first kiss, but oh well, that just means we have to make our first kiss better than what this could have been." I said She inched up to my face and kissed my cheek softly. "Just a kiss on the cheek, so don't go dying on me. How was it by the way?" she asked me laughing "I don't know, ask my heart its falling right now." "You know, I'm going to make you love me." she said closing her eyes "Too late, already have." I thought to myself |