There's a special kind of strange that occurs when two people find each other and things go right.
Right to lo0o0o0o0o0o00o0ooove.
Mushy as fuck.
In reality, I take issue with that reading for many reasons. Ima tell yous guys somma dose tings. It might get cynical all up in this piece, so caution.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. - I brag on him ALL. THE. TIME.
It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, - Definitely selfish when it comes to us vs them.
it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. - "Your Mom..." Need I say more?
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. - Unless we're doing said evil.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. - Well shit, this one's right!
Love never fails. - Except in medical emergencies, unfortunately.
Husband and I are vehemently against this reading, not only for my mostly joking commentary, but it's overuse as a vapid, tee-hee concept of school-girl love. It's too often read like a checklist you're meant to mold yourself into to find the perfect mate and live happily ever after.
Everyone we know who worships this quote honestly just don't seem to understand the point of the message.
IT AIN'T ABOUT YOU.
Corinthians is about loving your fellow man and not being a greedy dick.
We're pretty much in love with the words straight out of Jesus' mouth in Matthew:
"Haven't you read," he replied, "that at the beginning the Creator 'made them male and female,'
and said, 'For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh' ? So they are no longer two, but one. Therefore what God has joined together, let man not separate."
That's what falling in love is all about, telling the world to fuck off about yo' bidness cause ya so damn happeh!!
Teamwork bitches!
Falling in love is about realizing you like each other enough to trudge through the shit of life together, holding hands, and being nice enough not to complain your teammate stinks while yanking them through when they can't do it themselves, and vice-versa. As a matter of fact, that shit-trudge sucks way less because you've got each other.
Falling in love is about so much more than fuzzy feelings and happy snuggle moments. It's a creeping, growing, stealth addiction. I don't mean like Ke$ha's addiction to love. That shit ain't healthy.
I mean addiction like a dependency you didn't really plan on developing, but now that you have it you've found you really like it. See, instead of being addicted to something harmful, like narcotics or a co-dependency you think is love, falling really in love is liking the likeable things so much that the handful of minor annoying things don't matter cause you're so damn high off Husband's support through the twenty-seventh argument you had with Mom about that thing that he told you not bring up but you did anyway.
Anyway, for me that's what it was like.
I dated Husband, not expecting anything to come from it but some good times and new experiences. The moment I realized we had fallen and been in love was pretty much on accident because I never shut up.
One day I was jabbering about Bridezillas to him, and how when he and I got married it would be like such and such. Much like an addiction, I didn't realize how attached I had become over that period of slow, growing affection, butting heads with this man who never said, "I told you so," but always conceded when I was right.
It was not a case of "love at first sight," and there was no encapsulating moment where he did some Disney prince thing that I swooned over and knew I was in lo0o0o0o0ove.
He does those things now of course, because marriage is just that fucking awesome.
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