Agony in Love?

Daniel: So what's the problem, Sammy-o? Is it just Mum, or is it something else? Maybe... school - are you being bullied? Or is it something worse? Can you give me any clues at all? 

Sam: You really want to know? 

Daniel: I really want to know. 

Sam: Even though you won't be able to do anything to help? 

Daniel: Even if that's the case, yeah. 

Sam: Okay. Well, the truth is... actually... I'm in love. 

Daniel: Sorry? 

Sam: I know I should be thinking about Mum all the time, and I am. But the truth is, I'm in love and I was before she died, and there's nothing I can do about it. 

Daniel: [laughs] Aren't you a bit young to be in love? 

Sam: No. 

Daniel: Oh, well, okay... right. Well, I mean, I'm a little relieved. 

Sam: Why? 

Daniel: Well, because I thought it would be something worse. 

Sam: [incredulous] Worse than the total agony of being in love? 

Daniel: Oh. No, you're right. Yeah, total agony. 

“What can be worse than the total agony of being in love?”As spoken by an eleven year old from a line in the film, Love Actually.

A lot of people in relationships fail to communicate openly and honestly about what they like and what they expect from the other person so alot of times they are in agony becuse they do not feel they are achieving what love is suppose to give.

What is it about love that can have you raging in anger and reeling from joy in the matter of minutes? How is it that we, seemingly rational human beings allow ourselves such beastly behavior? I know its chemical and I know we can’t help it, but why do we put ourselves through it time and again? Why do we let love in, and then let it ravage us so completely often leaving us in tatters and destroyed?

what is described in the above paragraphs is *in love* or as i prefer to term it *in heat* …. before anyone gets their dander up, let me explain

~love is commitment, stability, companionship, trust, and great sex~

there is no *agony* in love, only in betrayal, lust and infatuation will you find *agony*.

what the paragraphs describe with the raging and reeling, the tumultuous feelings that run the gamut of emotions, the *knowledge* that you will not survive another minute on this earth if that person is ever taken from you, never to have or hold them again, the inability to eat because of the butterflies in your stomach when you think about them, or being unable to sleep because you are thinking of what has been done and said and what will be done and said next time you are with them, and how you can’t sleep because they are not beside you in the bed … that is infatuation, plain and simple, you don’t see the real person, you live on adrenaline, and emotion, on the smell, the taste, the feel, of that person … where every word, every breathe is measured in eternity, but it never lasts long enough, those moments together …

love knows that come what may, it will survive, that regardless of the dawning of tomorrow, it will remain just as strong and stable as it was the day it was given birth in trust …. that is love.

not the wickedly delicious hormonally pumped ups and downs, i mean reaaahhlly – think about this – could the human body survive without eating or sleeping for very long if that were really what love was only about? … the female would die before giving birth, it takes 40 weeks ya know, no way the body could survive and deliver a healthy baby ….

love is simple, can you trust that person to treat you as well as you treat them? not 100% of the time, there is always give and take in any relationship, but if you find that you’re giving more of yourself than you receive from your lover, you are nothing more than a friend with benefits. ("Total agony of being inlove eh?" ehehe Perhaps I’m masochistic, but that is an agony that I will gladly endure. Without pain how can we truly understand and appreciate pleasure?)

” Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love. How on earth can you explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love? Put your hand on a stove for a minute and it seems like an hour. Sit with that special girl for an hour and it seems like a minute. That’s relativity.” -Albert Einstein