I was reading the ex-girlfriend project blog and this got me thinking, well that and the cold medecine I'm taking to get over my second cold/flu/sinus infection of the season (Strange that I almost never got sick when I was with my ex.) I asked myself a question have I ever being in love? Sound strange since I am pretty convinced I loved each and everyone of the girl I dated, each for her unique reason and in a unique way. It is strange how love can be so different but still be love. Still I ask myself now was I in love? what is really being in love? Why am I going so phylosophical this morning?
See I never really needed to ask that question (or so I though) I felt that I had being in love with all those girl (and some other but nothing ever come from this unreturned love) but for some reason while reading the ex-girlfriend project I found myself wondering if I had ever being truely in love and finding that I couldn't answer in a way that was convincing.
Oh well no sense getting all melodramatic on you, and since it might just be my old age showing I will return to wondering about it and see if I can post something else to see if I can distract you from my sappiness this morning.