There is no such thing as love.Love is a cullmination of different emotions, be it happiness, attachment, pain, bliss, belonging, and so on. For each person the ratios of dominant emotions are different, because we all seek out something different, we all search for love for different reasons. The problem is we've given this mass of emotions one generic name, and people start to assume there's only one meaning to it.Me personally it has upset me, thinking if I don't feel the same as someone else, does this mean I'm not in love? I could never explain this "love", I could never analyze and condense the feelings. Love is an ever-changing sentiment, bending to fit events and people's dynamic personas. Somedays you feel a strong feeling of attachment and euphoria towards someone, sometimes it's "a cold and broken hallelujah". But no matter the feelings, the fact remains you feel something for that special someone. And that is what I've come to know as love.
this is the reason i broke up with him in the first place. because it was so much stress and it just seemed hopeless. i know that's a harsh word but its true. he's got so much on his plate and i dont want any more on mine. i have my own set of worries i need to take care of. but i cant just turn him away. the way he opened up to me...it litteraly moved me to tears. i feel his dispair, his depression. he has nothing. but i dont want him to have no one too. at the moment i feel thats all i can do; give him the comfort of knowing that i'm here for him, that he has me. contrairy to his beleifs he hasnt lost me. if he really had, i wouldnt have seen him yestrerday, or tuesday, or any times before that. we wouldnt have acted or talked the way we did if he'd truley lost me. his words stung because i felt his pain through them. his feelings soaking the words and turning them a different colour. i never told him to get the fuck out of my life, but it hurt to know thats how he fe
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