the wedding
the church hall is decked out in white sashes and has an overall garden-ish feeling... it's all so beautiful and pure... the bride slowly glides in with her train sashaying behind her, her face radiant with joy. the groom waits at the front, his eyes beaming... such is the image of pure, intense love.
Love that was what God had intended for it to be. Love that gives forth a sense of exhilaration and happiness, where onlookers feel a deep sense of gratification when the bride and groom exchange their vows with a sense of assurance. the beauty of true love.
the streets
guys gushing about get girls and their short skirts, making spastic resolutions about needing to get laid by the end of the year. guys talking bout pre marital sex as though it is a natural progression of emotions and feelings, and "you just cannot help it when the mood sets in"... couples dressed to the nines hanging outside China Black waiting to enter the blaring smoky soundbox and enjoy whatever frivolity it entailed
people say this is a natural progression of Love. it is the freedom to Love the way you want to. it is a societal norm. INDEED it is, considering how advertisers and movies akin have been pounding this into our brains...
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i might be honestly a prude. My mindsets might be gird-locked, but then again, sometimes I don't think I mind it.
Thing is, what's your definition of true love?
confused, but will hold strong to what I believe.
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