To those who haven't read And, Love; here's a link!
And, Love.
(I promise, this is just as nice as that one. xD )
(I promise, this is just as nice as that one. xD )
When you love someone so completely, that you overlook their every fault, lose your inhibitions and just give in; tell me, is there nothing holding you back?
Have you been in love with the way they smile? The way they look at something?
The way the world just seems a pretty place when they're there?
The way the world just seems a pretty place when they're there?
When they give in to you, they say it's the best feeling in the world, and that there's nothing that can ever go wrong again.
You can't know where your thought ends and theirs begins, their ideas are yours and your emotions, theirs, they say.
"We fit like a jigsaw.. so marvelously perfect!" , she said.
"He's so perfect.. so fucking perfect!", she said.
"We fit like a jigsaw.. so marvelously perfect!" , she said.
"He's so perfect.. so fucking perfect!", she said.
She said she loved him.. and then she said she feared him. The absolute power he had over her - the way she knew he could break her if he wanted, by just drifting away.
She started fearing his absence.
"I live life with love.", she said.
"I live life with love and fear.", she said.
"I live life with love.", she said.
"I live life with love and fear.", she said.
"I live life with fear and love..", she said.
There'll be days you'll hurt for no reason, I said.
Don't give in, I said.
They'll leave, no matter what, because they can't be owned. If they were yours, you wouldn't have wanted them.
Don't give in, I said.
They'll leave, no matter what, because they can't be owned. If they were yours, you wouldn't have wanted them.
The way she looked at him was reason enough to believe she loved it. She fell in love with love. It gave her a high, she said.
"He's life itself.", she said.
Your life, yes.
And then, after they drift away, you realize they were never yours to begin with. Couldn't be yours. They were bewitched by their life's goals.. Their life was something else, and they could never live with you.
They aren't yours. They weren't yours. Not your life. Not yours. Ever.
You live. You love, and then you fear absence. You fear replacement. You fear your dispensability, and then you live again.
You live. You love, and then you fear absence. You fear replacement. You fear your dispensability, and then you live again.
A/N: Well, for starters, parts of the above piece were fiction. Not entirely, but which part, I'll leave you to figure out.
Written for a friend I grew to love, despite her absolute doormat-ness. (kidding, please.)
Written for a friend I grew to love, despite her absolute doormat-ness. (kidding, please.)
And yeah. I've not changed my stance on love, have I?
Oh God. *rolls eyes*
Oh God. *rolls eyes*
