Why does this feeling have to hurt so badly? The sonnets and the songs just got it all wrong. I’ve never loved anyone more than I love him, and I’ve never felt worse pain than this in my life. It consumes me, tears at me, and it hurts so badly I just want to die. I just want to die than see my love shot down, to feel this sting which feels more like a stab to the chest.
Where is the euphoria? Has it worn off and now all the remains are the skeletons of joy and affection? There has GOT to be more than this. I know they call them fairytales, but isn’t there just a tinge of reality in them?
It took an eternity for me to come to the conclusion that I love him, all of him, with all of me. I didn’t want to believe it, but I just can’t deny what I feel.
You make me so happy, but I just want to stop crying. I just want to stop feeling this way, and I’ve been wondering if I even can.
I love you to the MOON and back, O. I really do. Someday, this will work itself out, as things do. But I need to stop crying. I need to remember what it felt like to love you in happiness. My heart, always on the verge of healing, remains opened and vulnerable to you. I keep waiting for you to come and patch me up, but you never do. And that’s the cut the hurts the most.
I LOVE YOU.