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I hate being in love.
Yet I constantly ask myself "is this what love is?"
To put it more bluntly, I ask "Is this really love that I feel?"
To want someone that doesn't want you is a very strange thing to deal with.
But what if this person tells you that they want to be with you yet can't.
How fucked up is that?
To know that someone wants you but is not with you messes with your head in a way that I've never had my head messed with.
So I have to deal with the above question everyday.
Sometimes it is hard, like today and sometimes it's easy.
But like I said today is hard.
1 comment:
My friend, it is always hard, and it always will be. I guess that is why love is so precious. It is so hard to define, and so hard to get. But maybe it is ment to be that way, so that when you finaly find it, you apreciate it all the more so.
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