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Love is one of the many things human beings strive to get
for themselves, whether it is for pleasure, necessity or even convenience. Love
is beautiful, they say. It’s warm, makes you feel like you have some sort of
purpose in the world. Why wouldn't you want to feel something like love? It’s
just so damn amazing. Love is as constant as the days gone by. But just like a
day, the sun has to leave and make way for the darkness. There is a dark and
cold element to love. Has no one ever told you that love is only lovely if the
person you love loves you back (apologies for the redundancy)? Yes, you can say
you will be happy for as long as that person is happy, but you know it’s eating
you up inside. The pain of loss and what could have been is probably one of the
most unpleasant feelings in this world. Love was the cause of so many wars in
history, who’s to say they do not cause wars within us? The feeling of
uncertainty about a person can definitely make us weak -weak to the point that
we stop feeling our own heart beating. It is replaced by a heavy stone that
beats a little bit too strong. But then, once the object of our affection takes
notice to us, we act as if we never had that problem in the first place. The
stone is gone, and the heart is back, it races with glee and excitement. Yes,
you know the feeling, and it is a very deceptive one at that. It lasts for a
few hours, a few days if you’re lucky. Then you revert back to your hollow
state, you remember why you were so lonely. And only the attention of that one
person can bring you back into the light again. It’s funny how love can let
other people unconsciously control us. So take it from me, only love those who
love you back. You don’t deserve to feel that heavy stone in your chest, you
are worthy of a beating heart. Feelings are not easy to control, so anyone can
understand why it’s hard to give up on someone. But just so you know, the day
you decide that you no longer love that person, is the day you realize that you
are free. Love really is a lovely thing, and the lovely things will happen to
everyone in time.
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I am as strange as strange goes, and I am as lost as you can follow.
