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In my understanding, love is a weakness that is very difficult to bear. "Perfect love is only possible through correspondence," but have you ever been able to love virtually?

I have never loved anyone. I had some feelings for various girls, but I can't call these feelings love. It was just a "game." I haven't met that one special person. As for virtual love, it's probably possible, but... When a person corresponds, they don't fully reveal their character, their future tendencies, their feelings. In correspondence, they can confess their love, but in reality, they simply won't be able to lie openly to someone's face. That's why I call it perfect love.

I know many such cases! It all depends on the person... But in reality, such people usually change their views later... Disappointment...

But you can be disappointed in anyone. For example, you meet someone through friends, and you see this guy who seems almost perfect – attractive, funny, sociable, without any flaws. But upon closer acquaintance, negative qualities will inevitably emerge, or simply qualities that you cannot tolerate.
Whether there will be a mutual adjustment is not obvious. But in any case, both virtual and real communication begins with a somewhat embellished image. No one rushes to reveal all their flaws to the person they like.

Love is a dual feeling: on one hand, it is happiness, and on the other, it is weakness.

Love is a dual feeling: on one hand, it's happiness, and on the other, it's weakness.

Could I ask for a translation of this text? I don't understand what's written there, but I'm curious. And in general, this forum is in Russian. I think it's not worth writing here in other languages. Best regards, General ZeT.

I ask.
Love is a double-edged feeling; on one hand, it brings happiness, but on the other, it represents weakness.

Love – there's so much in that word, a little happiness, a lot of pain...

It just came to me suddenly)) I don't feel like writing anything else right now)) So I'll limit myself to this and add my own little thought))

And if we really analyze love, it comes in different forms... Love for children, parents, homeland, and so on. Not to mention the kind that stirs our hearts and minds so much... And we can't explain what that feeling is... And we don't know where it comes from either... We can say that it's attachment... but that's not quite it... and passion doesn't quite fit either... It's all very close... but still not quite right... Although both are generally interconnected)... Oh, well, it's a long topic... not for today... :)

Love, in my opinion, starts with pain, then comes happiness! But pain is love at a distance. It's just hard to love when you don't see the person you love! Over time, a big flame turns into a small flame! Feelings fade, but they still remain. But it fades over time. I think girls have longer-lasting love, while guys (like me) have love that starts big and bright, then becomes dull. I hope those who have loved truly understand me! Love is both light and darkness! And by the way, relationships become interesting when one partner is light and the other is darkness!:smile23:

You're probably talking about infatuation, not love. ;)

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And love is something that might happen later. If both parties want it, of course. ;)

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Love is the world we live in. ;) By the way, this is an original definition. :D ;)

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And I think that perfect love doesn't exist at all. And love through correspondence is perhaps just a slightly embellished form of love. But even through correspondence, it's impossible to embellish everything forever. ;)

Love is both light and darkness! And by the way, relationships become interesting when one partner is light and the other is darkness!:smile23:

Only in such relationships, over time, one of the partners "pulls" the other to their side (:smile51: dark/light:smile36:).

Let's tie this topic to the "Heroes" games. Have there been any instances of love between heroes, lords, units, etc.? It's very interesting, you know. :)

I've thought several times that I was in love, and I was always wrong, feeling nothing but infatuation. And yet, infatuation causes no less, and sometimes even more, pain.
The older I get, the clearer it becomes that there is no grand, fundamental, lifelong love, whatever you want to call it. There are only small, insignificant loves that make up a life.

maybe you just haven't had the good fortune to experience the great love of your life yet?
I wouldn't say that it has happened to me... but strangely enough, I'm not particularly worried about it right now.

And, actually, how do you know it's a big deal?
As for me, I'm not really interested in love right now; I'm even avoiding falling in love.

Well, it's significant if you're willing to go to the ends of the earth for it, and if it doesn't fade over time, even when you're abandoned or you abandon it. That's what I think.

Love is a terribly sad theme. True love drives people crazy; unrequited love can sometimes turn out terribly (with anger, revenge, and even a desire to kill); and if it's not the first, then it's just a continuous pain of doubts and past disappointments in people... maybe someone won't agree with me, but this is just based on personal experience. Well...

Without Women

How good it is without women and, without phrases,
Without bitter words and sweet kisses,
Without these lovely, too honest eyes,
That lie to you and are still jealous of you!

How good it is without theatrical scenes,
Without long "noble" explanations,
Without these hysterical betrayals,
Without these belated regrets.

And how funny and absurd is the game,
Where the loss is great, and the gain is insignificant,
When your partners are cheaters,
And getting out of the game is already impossible.

How good it is to sit with a friend,
And drink simple Scottish whiskey,
And, smiling, remember that
You were once close to this lady.

How good it is to wake up alone
In your cheerful bachelor "flat",
And know that you don't need to
"Give an account" to anyone - to anyone in the world!

And to somehow "make up" for the "loss",
Start flirting with her friend,
And somehow "insure"
A man's simple self-esteem!

The Days Pass

How many affected poses,
How many broken roses,
How much torment, and curses, and tears!

How brightly the crowns shine!
How banal the endings are!
How foolish we all are in our feelings!

And love is poison.
And love is hell,
Where our hearts burn forever.

But the days pass,
As spring water flows away,
The days pass,
Carrying the years away with them.

Time heals people,
And from all these days
Only one longing remains,
And it is always with me.

But then, having fallen out of love,
Having lost so many feelings,
How we regret ourselves later!

How ashamed we are of the lies,
Of the trembling of the heart,
And what a knife we carry in our heart!

No one will understand,
No one will tell,
All that remains is to freeze and be silent.

And... the days pass,
As spring water flows away,
The days pass,
Carrying the years away with them.

Time heals people,
And from all these days
Only one longing remains,
And it is always with me...

Vertinsky A. 1932

Everyone in the world is sick with love.
It's like canine distemper.
Children bear it so easily,
And we can't bear it at all.

It saves us. It supports us.
It promises us happiness, enticingly.
But a tired heart can no longer bear
The temperature of the fire.

Because it is hopelessly tormented
By the simplest things.
It is accustomed to eternal torment and suffering,
But cannot get used to it.

My Star

Among the worlds of twinkling stars
I repeat the name of one star.
Not because I loved it,
But because it is dark with others.

And if I feel bad,
I seek an answer from it alone.
Not because it is bright,
But because I don't need light with it!

Here's an accurate definition of this phenomenon!
And love is just a drug for the soul,
a hundred grams of heroin, half a kilo of hashish,
and probably that's why day after day
it breaks me, twists me, and makes me sick...