LOVE… such an insignificant, rather minute word, with supreme meaning, a meaning we’re most of the times not even willing to recognize, so many times mistaken for something else and GOD knows that whenever you’re close to it! It rocks your fucking world…superfluous to say most if the times, in the worst, nastiest ways… I’m in love, (whatever that means) is it me? Or does it not have the most inaccurate definition ever? C’mon, Butterflies, walking on air? Who the hell came up with those things? That person certainly didn’t fell in love much. For me, love translates itself into pain, but nah ah, not the minute ache, or a tad of discomfort, mainly the type of pain so grand that you can’t neglect, one that blocks everything else and manages to make the rest of your world fade into oblivion until there’s nothing else you can’t think of, but your reckless pain, and how much you’re throbbing.
Falling in love is taking a gigantic leap of faith, and praying for not to fall and collapse at the bottom. The truth of the matter is, that most of the times we end up in the floor, wounded, injured, weak and damn terrified! We take the chance of taking off our armors; letting our vulnerable and defenseless selfs out in the open, waiting for that unexpected attempt that’ll bring tears, PAIN. Oh yes, that awaited massive amount of pain.
In the end, we end up squandering valuable time, precious time, mainly waiting…suffering a huge amount of pain, of not being corresponded, being mentally deranged, and highly unbalanced (sort of like me) waiting for the foreseeable moment when everything is DONE, for feeling you’re a little too much in love ( if we ever find an suitable explanation for it).
The Pain of being in love or not being in love for that matter, is agonizingly difficult to anaesthetize, there are no other solutions than to wait for the pain to subside (if it ever manages to do so) fight it through, pray that the wound that caused it mends quickly, but most of all not to making everything of it, because LOVE, messed up as it is, is the answer for most of the questions out there.. And besides, “it’s always better when we’re together” ;)
Falling in love is taking a gigantic leap of faith, and praying for not to fall and collapse at the bottom. The truth of the matter is, that most of the times we end up in the floor, wounded, injured, weak and damn terrified! We take the chance of taking off our armors; letting our vulnerable and defenseless selfs out in the open, waiting for that unexpected attempt that’ll bring tears, PAIN. Oh yes, that awaited massive amount of pain.
In the end, we end up squandering valuable time, precious time, mainly waiting…suffering a huge amount of pain, of not being corresponded, being mentally deranged, and highly unbalanced (sort of like me) waiting for the foreseeable moment when everything is DONE, for feeling you’re a little too much in love ( if we ever find an suitable explanation for it).
The Pain of being in love or not being in love for that matter, is agonizingly difficult to anaesthetize, there are no other solutions than to wait for the pain to subside (if it ever manages to do so) fight it through, pray that the wound that caused it mends quickly, but most of all not to making everything of it, because LOVE, messed up as it is, is the answer for most of the questions out there.. And besides, “it’s always better when we’re together” ;)
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I hate love...it SUCKS!! It will leave you hanging on the worst moment ever, it will break you and treat you like crap. it will make you realize exactly how small you are and will make you feel like the most insignificant being in the world. Also love makes the world spin, and I don't mean spin as in a light twirl. Spin as in go round and round till your stomach can't stand it anymore, till you're thrown off balance, till no one knows where you'll stop. Personally, I hate spinning
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