Romantic Dogma

Sometimes, when in love, we turn to others for advice. For objective opinion. But how can anybody give objective advice about something which is totally subjective? And doesn't someone else's opinion on a subjective matter mean nothing to your own subjections, by the very definitions of these concepts?

Not once have I been able to elucidate my feelings on how much I loved Her, how much She loved me, how deep we swam. At least, not to the point where I've felt my confidante has understood entirely.

And even if my trusted friend understood this love - this bond that I share with myself through Her and in Her - would I really heed my friend's words?

Haven't all other people fashioned their own ideas and morals for themselves, based on themselves and their own sojourns through the prickly minefields of love. Ideas and morals which are different from your own? Isn't the very fact that you'd deal with things differently the entire reason that your love is unique to you and why She loves you as well?

And haven't I already decided, in my heart, in the depth of my subconscious, which course of action I'm going to take? Why do I need to ask for advice or comment? What does that advice or comment really mean, in the context of something which only you can understand or feel or be moved by?

I know that every time I've asked for advice, I've always listened, sometimes argued, and mostly gone ahead and did what I knew I was going to do all along.

So why ask?

Perhaps I'm looking for reassurance in making my decision, even though the reassurance is meaningless. Perhaps I'm looking for other ways of looking at it, even though those other ways are alien to me and therefore to Her and therefore wrong. Perhaps talking about it with someone else other than the insides of my head at 3am in the morning when trying to get to sleep will help me to reiterate my thoughts and structure them better in my head, even though love cannot be structured or analysed.

You're all alone.

You're all alone and no one can help.

PS Yes, I did say "love cannot be structured or analysed" there, and in so doing have squared the cuntishness of love, but have also hypocritically cubed the cuntishness of myself, in that I've been trying to structure and analyse love all over the shop. I think this post is something I'd write more whilst in love, rather than out of it - maybe I've met someone special, hrm.

PPS As if...