and I shattered.
and I shattered.
I haven’t posted in this blog in quite a while.
There are so many emotions wailing within me that I just lay still in bed. Isn’t that strange? When you have so much to do, you do nothing.
Why am I like that? Why can’t I sleep?
I am always so difficult. Constantly trying to figure myself out. Constantly reaching out in the dark. I think this is why I love him. He doesn’t ask why I’m in the dark. He doesn’t ponder as to why and to what I am reaching out. If I reach out, he holds me… So I can reach farther and without falling. He reaches with me, because maybe he can catch it, if I can’t.
I think that’s what love is.
It’s not a trap. It’s not the end of the world. It doesn’t mean you have to change. It’s not a fantasy with beautiful damsels in distress and a handsome prince with a glass slipper.
Love is not written in between the lines. Just because its not filled with drama, does not mean it can’t be exciting.
I mean, what do our hearts want? What does your heart want? What is it that element that people always seem to hold on to? It certainly isnt love. Why do they have this fixated idea about how it works, “that this leads to that”… “If he or she does this, they mean something else”.
Is that what you believe? Is that what people get married for? Sometimes I wonder what people are feeling when they say these things. Something I wonder if they know at all that it doesn’t have to be that way.
I think about who I am as a person and why I deserve such a beautiful human being. I feel almost as if I’m being challenged. It’s like I have to earn it. It’s like I can’t be happy until I do. I need to earn this beauty that twists me inside out. But I guess that’s what love is.
Love is two people in the dark who are reaching for the same thing.
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Jesus, Gio. You’re an adult. Be an adult.