"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defences, you build up a whole suit of armour, so that nothing can hurt you.
Then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.
Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."
Then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.
Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."
– Author Unknown
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When you love, you open yourself up to the possibility of getting hurt. You put yourself out there by letting someone in. Sure, you don't lose yourself in the process. (You're not supposed to and you shouldn't anyways.) But... you do give a part of yourself away. Willingly. And that's the part that holds the most possibility of turning everything into a messy puddle of post-love goo.
When in love, we all play the selfless lover who gives of him or herself without measure. But when love goes awry, we go buruk siku on our exes and say that they've cost us our happiness, the best years of our lives, and we charge them heavily in emotional dollars for taking a part of us away with them with 'Goodbye'. Scorned lovers, that we all are, after the end comes. How unfair we all can be... even with those we once professed to love with all our beings.
"I love you" allows someone who doesn't share your DNA, into your heart, into your head and under your skin. But hey... YOU said the words, didn't you? YOU felt the emotion enough to let it roll off your tongue and slip past your lips. YOU took a chance. And by taking it, YOU made the investment. It was YOU who opened yourself up to the possibility of loss – of face, of ego, of heart – whatever. So, don't go blaming the one you loved for the loss you feel after.
And don't go hating on Love either. When you're crumbling on the inside, your head's a mess, and you're lying on the floor in actual, physical pain that just rips you apart from the inside out, remember that it's Love that's going to get you off the floor at a later time, too. Probably when you're feeling less at odds with her and are ready for her to re-enter your life once again. Because Love doesn't hurt. It heals. It's the lack of Love that causes "real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain."
When in love, we all play the selfless lover who gives of him or herself without measure. But when love goes awry, we go buruk siku on our exes and say that they've cost us our happiness, the best years of our lives, and we charge them heavily in emotional dollars for taking a part of us away with them with 'Goodbye'. Scorned lovers, that we all are, after the end comes. How unfair we all can be... even with those we once professed to love with all our beings.
"I love you" allows someone who doesn't share your DNA, into your heart, into your head and under your skin. But hey... YOU said the words, didn't you? YOU felt the emotion enough to let it roll off your tongue and slip past your lips. YOU took a chance. And by taking it, YOU made the investment. It was YOU who opened yourself up to the possibility of loss – of face, of ego, of heart – whatever. So, don't go blaming the one you loved for the loss you feel after.
And don't go hating on Love either. When you're crumbling on the inside, your head's a mess, and you're lying on the floor in actual, physical pain that just rips you apart from the inside out, remember that it's Love that's going to get you off the floor at a later time, too. Probably when you're feeling less at odds with her and are ready for her to re-enter your life once again. Because Love doesn't hurt. It heals. It's the lack of Love that causes "real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain."
Give that last part a think.
You know I make sense.
You know I make sense.
4 comments :
The author of that is Neil Gaiman.
Just when I thought you're a cool chick who reads Sandman. ;)
ATTN: TMBF
– Hey! I'm cool okay!!! Hahahaha. And I think I know The Sandman. It's the one with Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams, no?
Yes. And if you didn't know who wrote that passage, you don't know Sandman, you only know of it. ;)
ATTN: TMBF
– Haha. Gotta agree with you on that one. =p
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