Dating
the reality of true love . Content Warning.
I cried. I cried for you, for us.you were my first love, my last love, and everything in between. No one could be as good as you.Why must you leave me? because i deserve the pain, the suffering? did you really have to leave?..The scars on my heart show on my wrists as much as my tears do on my soul. Was this all worth it? the short term bitter-sweetness this "safe place" all for what? To know if this feeling exists? The gut retching feeling of getting your heart ripped out of your chest by the one you love the most? Because its real I've felt it. this pain, The pain that hits you so hard reality doesn't even feel real. It feels like swallowing a bomb and then just waiting. Waiting for your own self destruct..your own doom. This feeling is love, yes love, yes it exists, true love. Love hits hard love is the thing that hold you back from saying every word inside you, it changes you fully for better or worse. But love also saves you a little from yourself, from your own relief, from your own past but it mostly saves you from reality because love is nothing but an illusion until you experience it that is and that only happens once. You cant truly love twice because the first time you do, there's nothing else in the whole universe like it. you cant see yourself the same way, you cant love like that again because people only have one heart and once you give your heart to someone you cant get it back the same its damaged, broken, shattered even you cant trust someone with it again like you did the first time so when your time comes to love, to cherish.. hold onto to that string that attaches you to your person hold onto it.. hold on no matter what, hold on until the string cuts and burns your hands, hold this string with all god has given you until it breaks don't let go because you'll never get another string after all- this string, this love.. is all an illusion of the mind. When I think about love i think about breathing. Some times it comes easy how it flows through you chest but other times you can barely take a breath without it hurting, that's how love is though true love is never easy, its hard to love but in reality love is so very important it holds us together as a society, its like a rock it stays together, it has a bond. But sometimes that rock can break.. and when it breaks it doesn't break into just two pieces. No. its a million pieces like the heart after love is taken away.
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