Do you believe in true love or is it the stuff of fiction?
Why are some so lucky, basking in the sun of happiness —
— while others are invisible to life’s greatest joy?
Who am I? Why am I? What am I?
How am I different than every other man?
I have dreams, passions, urges, wild thoughts. Â But they scare me.
Perhaps it is safer to remain broken. Â Incomplete.Â
Or is no one in control of what happens to your heart?
GORGEOUS photos. Poetic words. Swoon!
Neil, I’ve loved a man for 15 years, and he’s loved me, too. It’s never been the right time, though. I wish so hard I could take back the very frost time I broke up with him. I wonder what would be different now. So I say if you have that chance, you fight for it, Neil. Don’t just let it go. Fight!
I am down with Wendy, yo. Get the hell out of the art museum and get thee to an airport. What’s another six months of wild abandon and a chance at real life?
It’s safer to remain broken, sure, but where does that get you? You deserve more.
i’m a believer. great photos!
Damned if I know but I do like the way you think about it.
Great photos, as usual. Your photos always leave me in awe. As for true love? Yes, I believe. I have been married to the most wonderful man for almost eight years, we have been together for nine. We both went through some duds before we met each other, but when we met, we danced around things, as we were both seeing someone else at the time and didn’t want to ruin our friendship. When we both became single about six months after we first met, we were living together within the month and married only three months after that. I haven’t doubted my decisions or feelings since.
I love love love this post.
I’m not even certain I know what love is. I experience it only as a terrifying void in his absence. Is that love? All I know for sure is that it’s true and worth whatever one might have to risk to be within inches of its grasp.
Love how you put what we all think and doubt in wods & pix.,I’ve been married for almost 20 years and though life may not always be what I thought it’d be, the love I have for my guy is still raw and strong and worth the fight. Feeling is better than not feeling.
This is a wonderful post–the perfect marriage of word and image. So soulful and poignant.
Do I believe in True Love? I don’t know because I don’t know what True Love means.
I do know I believe in Good Love and that Good Love doesn’t have to end in marriage or be exclusive or last forever. It just has to be Good–satisfying but not perfect, and built on mutual respect, not neediness.
I’ve come to believe. It’s been a process. A journey. And definitely a risk.
I told my boyfriend (now husband) that I loved him after about 3 dates. Six months after meeting we were engaged. Six months after that married. Just celebrated 29th wedding anniversary. When you “know” you KNOW. Stop dilly-dallying around and get back to your true love man!
I opened the door at a party and met my husband for the first time when I was 15. We got together when I was 17 and have been together ever since. Without the specifics, we’ve been together over half our lives. So the answer is, yes I believe in true love.
I believe in true love. I also believe we all get to live it. You’ve lived it, are living it, the rest is just logistics. Trust me. Have I ever lied to you?
I became a believer when it happened to me. Experience is my truth. What about you Neil?
Hi Neil… I’ve read your posts for a time… NY was once a HUGE part of my life…(I live in San Francisco and my Ex… well, now we’re dating again, lives in NY…) I have enjoyed reading your well written, well photographed posts…but when you added the *Romeo and Juliet* Sculpture…..one of my most-beloved pieces in Central Park…I HAD to comment. Yes, I believe in *Love at First Sight*….sometimes it doesn’t run a smooth, unbroken course….but the road sometimes leads one back to that person.
Sending hope and strength for you in this new phase of your life.
Hugs from San Francisco,
♥ Robin ♥
Just had this conversation with my son, Never Love: Never know love. stay safe, no loss felt… BUT the JOY if you love.
There is the other side of it all: THE JOY of those moments.