a little thing called LOVE!

Love is a strange thing, Not even a thing, perhaps. One moment it's there, next it's gont. Sometimes bringing tears, sometimes a smile. Most times a soft funny feeling in the pit of your stomach. Love is not an object, but a feeling. Not touched, only felt. Those lucky few, who in their lifetimes get to know its touch very well, are a truly lucky few. Love is a blessing. The realization that you have fallen in love is the strongest emotion to ever overcome a human soul, bringing such happiness that cannot be drowned in any kind of sorrow. Remember those whom you have loved forever, even if in the end you lost. True love knows no limit, it is forever, always.

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and opens your heart and it means someone can get inside and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up a whole wall of armor for years, so nothing can hurt you. Then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside of you and eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'maybe we can just be friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working it's way into your hear, it hurts, not just the imagination, not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

 

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