plagiarism that speaks of my weekend

stephanie spoke to me as usual,

'I will always prefer vanilla to chocolate... I've always preferred it. I can't help it. I think love works this way, or should. But maybe that's lust. Maybe love is when it's not about your "heart" but about your decision. Love is when your intellect gets in the way. Which is everything movies and art tell us it's not...

...I don’t know if there’s a more when it comes to love...

...Take a mother and child. You don’t love more or less; you just love. There isn’t a more to it. More implies time makes it fuller, love blooms as we grow. I don’t think it works that way. Love just is or isn’t...

...It means, I prefer you, am drawn to you, and even when I want to will it away, you are that choice. My inclination. I crave you, even if I don't want to. '

stepahnie klein's commentors speak to me too.

'When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No... don't blush. I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away. Doesn't sound very exciting, does it? But it is!' ~ Captain Corelli's Mandolin ~

p.s. my horosocope for the week warned me of repeating the past. didn't like it. do you heed such things when on other days it has been wrong too?