Pelgris

I define love as a deep and abiding desire that the person I love live well and joyous. 

I depend on my intuition to key me into people that I meet. To tell me they are interesting before my conscious mind has a chance to analyze what is interesting about them. So when I meet these people it is somewhat like I am a compass and they are true North. I’ll normally stand back, to inspect my feelings, to observe them. I will find points of congruence and venture out to share those points. Eventually, I’ll be comfortable with them and we’ll be friends. Or at least I’ll think we’re friends. This state can persist for awhile in balance. The longer it goes on, the more I learn, the more I find beautiful, flaws and all. And I find that I both like and love them. It seems stalkerey, but this is mostly subconscious as it goes on. It is only as my mind relentlessly grinds over and over that I see the process. And so I find that I love many people, friends, family, even some acquaintances. The consequence of living mainly in your head and heart. Cloistered, with thoughts and emotions awirl.