love itself is gone, or maybe was never there

[GinaDCG]

Hydriot wrote: Gina, I think we need to agree to disagree. We really do live in different worlds.

I must concede, that though my state (West Virginia) is beautiful, much of it certainly is a different world from much of the 'rest' of the 1st world. I should write a book . . .

[Evie B]

Standing back from what I wrote, I am not so sure I haven't just described lust. Maybe that is where love often starts, lust, sometimes it progresses naturally to something deeper and sometimes it fizzles out. It helps if both people feel the same way, really sad when they don't and one is left desolate!

[Geoffrey]

Evie B wrote:
>I am not so sure I haven't just described lust. Maybe that is where love often starts, lust, sometimes it progresses naturally to something deeper and sometimes it fizzles out. It helps if both people feel the same way, really sad when they don't and one is left desolate!
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- How can you stand here beside me, Cathy, and pretend not to know that my heart is breaking for you, that your face is the wonderful light burning in all of this darkness?

- Stop, Heathcliff, I forbid it!

- You forbid what your heart says?

- It says nothing.

- But Cathy, I can hear it louder than all of the music in this room!

- I'm not the Cathy I was. Can't you understand that? I'm somebody else, I'm another man's wife! My husband loves me, and I love him!

- If he and everybody else in the whole world loved you with all of their hearts and souls for an entire lifetime they couldn't love you as much as I do in a single day!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6hil3Iy2xI

[Ana Saint Almon]

Gina,
tu es géniale... tu nous dégommes en quelques mots le pauvre Leonard et son romantisme à pas cher !
Et en plus il répugnait à s'engager...
Belle vision ma Gina, moi aussi je suis tombée amoureuse de toi

[Ana Saint Almon]

Cependant, moi,
j'aurais préféré entendre parler de la morne Mornay que Leonard a dû quitter précipitamment quand elle insista sur le mariage. J'aurais fait pareil.
Parce qu'en fait, sans vraiment être une peste elle était ce qu'on a coutume de nommer :
"une emmerdeuse" comme disait Brassen...
et ça, les hommes n'aiment pas et les poètes encore moins.
Quelle bassesse, en effet, d'aller interdire aux petites fan - venues de si loin - d'avoir leurs dédicaces... et tout ça par mesquine jalousie ?