you don't have to read this. really.
the same question has been plaguing me for some time now. what is love? how does one fall in love? does love even exist? if i had to make an educated guess, id say that ive been in love before. but who knows? because as i was just saying, i have no idea what the crap this 'love' thing is all about.
i have to assume that love is wanting to spend every minute of every day with someone, getting a happy sick feeling in your stomach when you think about them, accidentally making an excited squealing noise when they call or text you and fretting like a child about what to say back, dreaming of nothing but their face...
but like i said...who knows. for all i know, love is just a lie, just obsession, just the excuse of a stubborn girl scorned by the object of her selfish desires.
but somehow, i hope this isn't the case. because love is hope. every time i'm hurt, theres hope that someday, ill find someone else who will give me reason to live. and because what we had must not have been love, ill eventually find something even more beautiful.
because love isnt about sex, its about connection.
but you know what? sometimes thats just not enough. theres always that one person you just dont want to let go. because the thought of never kissing them again, never walking hand in hand, never again being able to find warmth in their embrace, the thought of them no longer belonging to you makes you physically ill.
and every time you close your eyes, you see love. you see yourself sitting next to him, with his arm draped over your shoulders. you tilt your head up to kiss him, and your lips only reach to his jaw. but you kiss him there anyways. and instead of moving away, you just linger there, your head on his shoulder, your lips on his neck. and you swear you can feel his pulse. you swear you can feel him on the other side of your bed, just keeping you warm, because the forests of your dreams are so bitterly cold.
and when you open your eyes, you realize youre crying.
why? because youre alone. completely and utterly alone in this room. this house. this world. there are people with you, of course. but nobody who loves you just as much as you thought they did. so who? who'll be there on sleepless nights, driving all the way to your house just because you uttered the word 'lonely'?
fucking no one.
because love is for people with much more faith than i.
yet i still hope it exists...
because wouldnt that be sweet?
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