The feelings of the past always seem to persevere into the
future.
No matter how content you may be, when that one person
contacts you again, the one who hurt you, the one that got away, you forget
everything in the present and move back. Back to the time when that person was
yours, when you were in love, and even to when and how they hurt you. And how
you’ve felt everyday since. Love changes you, whether it be positive or
negative, it changes you. And everyday you love someone you are changed from
the person you once were, to a new person, a more developed person in possibly
a negative or positive way. You can become broken down, or lifted up. Your
personality can be dimmed or strengthened.
Love can destroy you, or make you feel on top of the world.
It’s always extremes, never being content, never feeling normal. Love is a
psychotic emotion. A crazy state of mind. Something not normal, but yet always
wanted from every individual.
Why can’t I be this together person other people are.
Why must my emotions be so strong and demanding?
Why can’t I determine what is real and what is fake
feelings.
Nothing makes sense to me, life, love, happiness, what does
it all mean?
Can one really be content without someone to share their
life, love, and happiness with?
If so, what is the point of relationships at all? Are we
even meant to be with one person for our whole lives?
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