“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 defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, 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.”
I am in love.
No. It isn't horrible like how most people think it is.
I am in love.
No, it is not because I am vulnerable. It is because it opened my chest and it opened my heart. And it means that someone got inside me, not to mess me up, but to make me whole.
I built up my defenses... a whole suit of armor -- so that nothing can hurt me. But this person, immensely different from any other person, wandered into my life. I gave him a piece of me and then I gave him all of me.
He didn't ask for it. He just did something sweet one day.. he kissed me and smiled at me.. and then my life isn't mine anymore. Love didn't make me a hostage. It just got inside of me. It made me happy so that I am no longer crying in the darkness, so that so simple a phrase like "we belong together" is a far cry from what I used to hear before I fell in love. The phrase "maybe we should just be friends" that turned into a splinter that worked into my heart, is no longer something that I fear to hear... because I know I will never hear it ever again.
I don't hurt anymore... like before.
I love. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-love, a real "gets-inside-you-and-makes-you-whole" kind of love. I love love.
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