Blind.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
~William Shakespeare, Mid-Summer Night’s Dream, 1595
“Love is blind.” How often has one heard that? I’ve heard it…pretty much everyday of my life. ANd..I just now realize what it means. The quote above is one of my favorites from Shakespeare’s plays. It makes me think of the glorious story of Cupid and Psyche (linked at the bottom). Basically, Psyche was the wife of Cupid, and her only duty was to not see his face. But she loved him anyways, even though she had never seen his face. Sure, in the end she defies her beloved husband and pays dearly…but the point is that Love is Blind. Cupid is often painted blindfolded.
How does this link to my thoughts for the day? Its quite simple really…I’m blind. Not literally..but by love. True love has me blinded. What I once took for flaws, I now see as perfection. I had to leave today..and I started missing Brown as I turned my back to walk away..I hadn’t even gone three steps before I missed him. His “games” that he and his best friend play, I once saw as annoyances..but now I see that they make him who he is…or at least they help. Everything that makes up Brown..is what I love. And I’ve become blinded so much by this love that I can’t see a future, short or long term, without him. I gave him a note (that I wasn’t going to give him) that said that when my daughter asks me about my true love, I want to be able to point to him (her father) and say “Thats him.” with a smile playing across my lips. I want him forever…not just for a few months. My day is nothing until I see him, even if its just a passing glance as we go to class. A brush of his hand makes my spine tingle and my heart beats faster and slower, at the same time. I never thought that was possible. Everything about him fills me, thrills me like no other has before. Is that bad? Especially since…we haven’t been dating a month yet? Two more days…I want to do something special for him. But I can’t post it on here as I’m sure he will read it. But he will definitely have something special done for him. *smiles softly* Almost a month…and usually…by now..I’ve freaked out about commitment…ask any of my exes. But this time..I’m not sure what’s different..
Rainbow once said, “I know that ‘the one’ is not from Lewiston. At least not for me. And..I feel like I’m settling.” Settling…such a vague word. To me, settling means that you aren’t completely happy with what you have, but it keeps you mildly interested for now. That was how I was with Orange, and Douche Bag Blair, and Brandon, and Austin…even David. I was settling. But now..I don’t feel like I’m settling. My life is so much greater because I don’t feel an obligation to be someone else. Douche Bag Blair hated my singing…so I never sang near him. Brandon wanted someone who was ready to be a wife…and so I set up that persona. Austin wanted a future plan…so I made one. Orange wanted a sex kitten, basically a plaything…so I became that. Am I proud of what I did? Not entirely but I also don’t regret it. It made me who I am now…and it led me to Brown. Brown..oh Brown..he tells me everyday that I’m amazing..and that he loves me…and that I make his day better by simply smiling at him as he walks up to me. I’ve never heard that before. He does so much for me…like..he truely hasn’t been home in like a week because he comes to my house and stays…simply because I text him saying “I miss you.” And I finally don’t feel like I’m settling.
~Svartana
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