Little Bill

I’ll be the first person to tell you that I can be a bonehead when it comes to relationships. While I’m not to blame for all of the failures, I wouldn’t hesitate to say that I’d been a contributor to the end to many. Well here I am again, back in the mix of things.

At this point I’m not sure going into details is a good idea; prematurely releasing the details of that-which-is-in-motion can be potentially destructive. However, I have to ask: when is the right time to tell someone you love them? Or, once it’s said, can you retract it without being an ass? What power do these words have over us? How do we know we’re there or not? Do we just… feel it, or is there some quantifier?

I’ve loved and I’ve been loved. More the latter than the former, which does not by any means take away the gravity with which the word — and the feeling — means to me. The one lesson I’ve learned is that everyone loves differently. Some can put the pieces of the puzzle together and voila! Love. Others must feel it. And some others, still, probably have their own ways of determining love.

How do you love? I can’t tell if I’m fishing for feedback or if it’s a rhetorical question.