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Originally Posted by notnow92 I just meant the love that you see when you see older couples that are still together and still can look in each others eyes and smile at the fact that they get to lay down and sleep next to that person, or that they even get to hold that person. I just meant not the fake crap where you see people say 'i love' when they really don't see the relationship going anywhere. |
I would argue that any time you call someone's statement of love, regardless how much you believe it, "fake crap", you have an unhealthy mindset. It is not your place to judge.
I realize this probably comes off as me being stubborn. It may seem like I'm just being picky about choice of words, but I'm not. You have twice made comments which reflect a negative and judgmental attitude toward what others call love. I suspect that your negativity is directed at a concept of love which is feelings-based rather than commitment-based. If so, this does not reflect a lack of understanding of love on the part of the people you are judging, but on your own part. The Bible makes abundantly clear that feelings and sexual desire are part of love.
Song of Solomon 3:1-4; 7:1-9a (ESV)
On my bed by night I sought him whom my soul loves;
I sought him, but found him not.
I will rise now and go about the city,
in the streets and in the squares;
I will seek him whom my soul loves.
I sought him, but found him not.
The watchmen found me
as they went about in the city.
"Have you seen him whom my soul loves?" Scarcely had I passed them
when I found him whom my soul loves.
I held him, and would not let him go
until I had brought him into my mother’s house,
and into the chamber of her who conceived me.
How beautiful are your feet in sandals,
O noble daughter!
Your rounded thighs are like jewels,
the work of a master hand.
Your navel is a rounded bowl
that never lacks mixed wine.
Your belly is a heap of wheat,
encircled with lilies.
Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle.
Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are pools in Heshbon,
by the gate of Bath-rabbim.
Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon,
which looks toward Damascus.
Your head crowns you like Carmel,
and your flowing locks are like purple;
a king is held captive in the tresses.
How beautiful and pleasant you are,
O loved one, with all your delights!
Your stature is like a palm tree,
and your breasts are like its clusters.
I say I will climb the palm tree
and lay hold of its fruit.
Oh may your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
and the scent of your breath like apples,
and your mouth like the best wine.