Löysin kauniita määritelmiä rakkauden olemuksesta. Ne ovat rauhoittavaa iltalukemista.
Hyvää yötä tämän lukijoille
(ja Sinulle tietylle uniisi saavun seikkailemaan,
tuo ensimmäinen määritelmä mielessäni)
Love is a slow kiss goodnight. It's anticipation.
Love is flirting outrageously with your partner and remembering
that the person at your side is not obligated to do anything more.
It's respect for each other.
Love is an imperfection in yourself/your partner not bothering you. It's acceptance.
Love is passing up an opportunity because the time isn't right yet. It's patience.
Love is a back rub that starts above the hairline and ends around the insoles. It's exploration.
Love is not having to say 'let's make love', because you know what the other
person wants. It's understanding.
Love is being given a honest chance to say no when you thought you were committed.
It's consideration .
Love is saying the perfect phrase to make a solemn embrace dissolve into giggles. It's humor.
Love is being told 'stop and you'll be in trouble'. It's desire.
Love is reviewing the damage to your living room and realizing personal effects are strewn
in a clockwise pattern from the front door to the bedroom. It's abadonment.
Love is seeing what your lover really looks like after the first time. It's truth.
Love is knowing what time it is and not caring. It's joy.
Love is the arms around you tightening their embrace. It's ecstasy. It is seeing
a new side of a person you thought you knew. It's renewal.
Love is telling a person if you have to leave, you will let them sleep, and being told
they would rather be awakened. It's tenderness.
Love is being there to wake your lover. . .slowly. It's sensuous.
Love is two people only taking up a third of a king sized bed. It's closeness.
Love is knowing you gave your heart to the right person. It's trust.
Love is saying goodbye and knowing you will be back by mutual consent. It's faith.
Love is stretching your arms and discovering the real meaning of the word 'sore'.
It's a lesson in human frailty.
Love is opening your medicine cabinet and finding your tube of toothpaste turned into
a pretzel. It's adapting.
Love is sitting at the window, looking out and remembering who you were with the night
before. It's reflection.
Love is hearing the weather for a winter storm and wishing you could spend it
in bed with your lover. It's missing them when they are not there.
Love is hearing your partner snore, and finding it comforting. It's re-assurance.
Love is your heart beating a little faster when you see your partner, or get
an email or other unexpected token. It's excitement.
Love is when you are having a really bad day, and he comes home with flowers
"just because". It's sharing life together.
Hyvää yötä tämän lukijoille
(ja Sinulle tietylle uniisi saavun seikkailemaan,
tuo ensimmäinen määritelmä mielessäni)
Love is a slow kiss goodnight. It's anticipation.
Love is flirting outrageously with your partner and remembering
that the person at your side is not obligated to do anything more.
It's respect for each other.
Love is an imperfection in yourself/your partner not bothering you. It's acceptance.
Love is passing up an opportunity because the time isn't right yet. It's patience.
Love is a back rub that starts above the hairline and ends around the insoles. It's exploration.
Love is not having to say 'let's make love', because you know what the other
person wants. It's understanding.
Love is being given a honest chance to say no when you thought you were committed.
It's consideration .
Love is saying the perfect phrase to make a solemn embrace dissolve into giggles. It's humor.
Love is being told 'stop and you'll be in trouble'. It's desire.
Love is reviewing the damage to your living room and realizing personal effects are strewn
in a clockwise pattern from the front door to the bedroom. It's abadonment.
Love is seeing what your lover really looks like after the first time. It's truth.
Love is knowing what time it is and not caring. It's joy.
Love is the arms around you tightening their embrace. It's ecstasy. It is seeing
a new side of a person you thought you knew. It's renewal.
Love is telling a person if you have to leave, you will let them sleep, and being told
they would rather be awakened. It's tenderness.
Love is being there to wake your lover. . .slowly. It's sensuous.
Love is two people only taking up a third of a king sized bed. It's closeness.
Love is knowing you gave your heart to the right person. It's trust.
Love is saying goodbye and knowing you will be back by mutual consent. It's faith.
Love is stretching your arms and discovering the real meaning of the word 'sore'.
It's a lesson in human frailty.
Love is opening your medicine cabinet and finding your tube of toothpaste turned into
a pretzel. It's adapting.
Love is sitting at the window, looking out and remembering who you were with the night
before. It's reflection.
Love is hearing the weather for a winter storm and wishing you could spend it
in bed with your lover. It's missing them when they are not there.
Love is hearing your partner snore, and finding it comforting. It's re-assurance.
Love is your heart beating a little faster when you see your partner, or get
an email or other unexpected token. It's excitement.
Love is when you are having a really bad day, and he comes home with flowers
"just because". It's sharing life together.
Vastaukset 8
Vanhimmat
Iltalukemiseksi sanakirja.Miten mieltä ylentävää.
Saatko sen vielä kaapattua mukaasi, vai tarvitsetko oikein tikkaita ; ) ??
En ymmärtänyt vastauksesi sanomaa, oliko se tarkoitettu sarkastiseksi
ivailuksi vai halventavaksi lausahdukseksi vai olitko iloinen mukavasta
iltalukemisesta.
Ilmeisesti kuitenkin jompikumpi noista kahdesta ensimmäisestä. Eihän näillä palstoilla
kukaan kiittele toisten kirjoituksia
(omiinsa käyvät jotkut laittamassa omat positiiviset kommentit).
Ei näitä tarvitse kuitenkaan lukea, se on täysin vapaaehtoista.
voi luulla, että näyttää hienommalta englannin kielellä väsättynä.
Ou mai kaad.
Jag Väntar här i hemma när han kommer i min dörren.
Jar pussar han,jar pussar han mångå timmer....
kielia osaa? .........nauraa kippurassa.....
ainakaan ruotsia osaa oikein kirjoittaa.
Keskustelemalla itsensä kanssa. Näyttää olevan se, joka niitä lempinimiä
minulle jakelee. Joko pokka petti noin pahasti ???
omakin lempinimesi noihin viesteihisi mukaan.
Vai autanko hiukan ???