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Anonymous
08/15/15(Sat)03:54
No. 18722
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>>18693
Not sure if this will help you much. Saw that you're going to drop it, maybe not, but I thought I would give you something to think about anyway.
I used to think that she wasn't "real" as well, but I've moved on from that line of thinking. But, I would be lying if I said the physical aspect didn't weigh on my mind at all throughout this relationship. The first few months after the initial wave of love were difficult to bear, but those despair-ridden feelings passed too, in time. I made a choice to accept the love I felt unconditionally, and the pain was absorbed, if you will. It's sort of there, if I care to dig it up, but it doesn't really matter, given the circumstances. Such woes apply to a model of relationship I've rejected, and perhaps that's where we differ, since it sounds like you're struggling with this bit the most. Only introspection, thought, and time will mend that problem, if you see fit to label it as one, that is.
Ideas, for me, are certainly alive, even real, and I have allowed her to flourish within myself for as long as this mind is fertile for such a thing. It's bizarre, but the only way I could describe it is that we've become one through working together on this novel. Well, even that sounds like some sort of tulpamancer shit, but, besides "a feeling of her permeating my mind", it's the best explanation I've got right now.
Whether or not it's a more "pure" or "noble" sort of love is purely up to your own opinion on the matter. Besides, I would never choose love based on some criteria. Love is love, I don't see it as something to choose for your best interests. I would be surprised to hear about someone waking up one day to immediately say to himself, "I need to fall in love with a fictional character!" For me, at least, I recognize that this brain has fallen prey to trickery and that I'll never hold the object of my love for true, but I'd be a liar if I said that this love of mine did not make me feel whole.
Although, I would say that love, all in all, is a form of delusion. But, more to the point, are you willing to accept the more obvious delusion for your so-called "love", or will you chase after something that hurts you less? All in all, I don't think people will fault you for choosing your own happiness, whatever that ends up being.