Cassy In Her Own World

Love. love [luhv] noun, verb, loved, lov⋅ing. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. That's how the dictionary defines love. But is love always tender? Can't it also be vigorous, hurtful, agonizing or maybe even a little wild? Is there any true definition of love? Does everyone feel the same kind of love? In movies, love is always the same: That can't eat, can't sleep, reach for the stars, over the fence, World Series kind of thing. Boys meets girl, boy falls in love with girl, girl falls in love with boy, a little trouble, a little passion, some doubt - but in the end, they're always together. And at the end of the movie, you're always left sighing and wondering, "Will I ever find that perfect love?" The answer to that question is quite simple: No. Movies represent what COULD happen, but never what really happens. Sure, you COULD bump into a stranger in the supermarket, drop some groceries, get to chatting, fall madly and d...

Ok, so, I just got off of Facebook after commenting on one of my friend's recent blogs. It was about love and how "I love you" shouldn't just be thrown around the way it is today. It really struck me and after I commented, I realized that this is a really universal topic, so I wanted to display some of my feelings here... To me, love is something I can't even begin to understand. I don't think I've ever experienced, but if I have, how am I even supposed to know? There are stories people tell you about how they fell in love with their spouse, but I always ask myself: "How do you know it's love? How can even start to explain those feelings?" I don't know, maybe there's this little voice inside of your heart that says to your mind, "You're in love! Be happy!" Or maybe you just know . Like I said, I'm no judge, because I'm pretty sure I've never felt it (if I was sure I had, I would be less of a sceptic about it,...

I don't know why, but I was reading through some random woman's blog just now and she was talking about how her family gets together for the kids' birthdays and all of a sudden, it just struck me how much I miss that about my family. My family, for those of you who don't know, is pretty big. We've got the grandparents. They had four kids. Oldest and only son had five children, plus his wife. My mom is second oldest, has two children and her husband. Her younger sister has a husband and four children, and the youngest has four children and a husband, also. Not to mention the boyfriends and husbands of the grandkids. Or their children. But back to the point. We're a fairly large family and even though we're so big, we all try and get together once a month to celebrate the birthdays together. I miss that, a lot. I guess the best song for this blog entry would be 'Big Yellow Taxi' by Counting Crows. You don't know what you got till it's gone. I...