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Love is a game of tic tac toe, constantly waiting for the next x or o.
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This is from my new favorite book of poetry Love and Misadventure by Lang Leav. It just jumped off the page because it reminds me so much of him. Oh well. I have someone now. Your loss.
Yes it is his loss! Thanks lovely xo Lang
Look what I got!
Lang Leav, thank you! xo
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I just started reading Love and Misadventure and it’s beautiful. Everyone should read it. I’m a guy and I’m reading it so you males have no excuse. It’s beautiful. Read it.
gagean asked: Hello! First of all, I love your work, it's very raw and genuine, perfect in every sense. I was wondering if you (or Lang Leav for that matter) have written anything on long distance love? Thank you.
Thank you so much Alexandra!
Yes I have written about long distance love.
'Away From You' and 'It's Complicated' both explore the theme.
I’m sure Lang has too.
Wishing you a ghost trains and sticky cotton candy evening-
Writers enjoy capturing readers with literate and studied depictions of love; they labor over poetry and philosophy, classic novels and films, all in an attempt to paint the perfect picture of the perfect love — of how it becomes and how it is. All they ever draw are eager eyes of expectation seeking to make something real from the reflections of a curator’s piecemeal ideal. It may be pretty, but it isn’t real.
Those shining moments may happen, but love endures long after those moments become dusty photographs in a forgotten shoebox in the back of a closet. Those moments make stories happen, but they don’t make love happen. Love isn’t made of grand gestures; it’s made of quiet support that no one else would notice. Nor is love made of desperate longing; it doesn’t push or shove to jump ahead of the queue.
Love waits patiently, knowing its time will come. Love isn’t some dramatic movement meant to demonstrate what it would do. Love simply does, without expectation. Love knows that any sentence that begins with the word if is telling, not showing, and ain’t nobody got time for that.
Love doesn’t tell you what would happen if it existed, it simply exists. It’s present in a smile and a shoulder squeeze when you’re frustrated and under deadline, a warm towel and a cold beer as you’re emerging from a shower, a stupid joke whispered in your ear that makes you laugh when you were about to cry. Love is there when nothing else is, and love is always on your side — even when you fuck shit up — and love won’t even ask for anything in return, because love knows it is its own reward. There’s no quid pro quo with love; it just wants you to succeed and to be happy.
I want that too.
© 2014 by Jennifer R.R. Mueller