…in love with love while it lasts?
Why do people always find new ways to get inside your head and curl their fingers around your brain making you think about them all the time. And then they look with those eyes.. those eyes that you can’t get away from, and look straight into your heart so that you start to feel close to them. And if that’s not enough, they touch, with their gentlest of touches, the small of your back that makes you tingle so that you want them so bad?
And when they have accomplished all of that, they take a moment to soak it all in. The next step is to leave.
Your brain is haunted by memories, your heart is left in pieces, and there is no one beside you to hold, and then you feel lonely.
The thing is, is that you know it’s just going to happen all over again, whether it be with the same person, or the next one that comes along. But that’s not even the worst part.
The worst part is knowing that you and your stupid self are going to let it happen. You see it. It happens right before your eyes, but you don’t walk away because “This time it will be different.”
How many times did you say that with the others? Because once you say that, that’s how the process begins.
But maybe… just maybe it really will be different this time. You just have to find the person that is up for the challenge.
If you want me, show me. If you need me, tell me. If you have me, show me off. And if I’m worth it, fight for me.
Find the one who isn’t ashamed to let you and the world know how they feel. But if they leave, perhaps they never really were that person. If they come back, maybe they realized how dumb they were. If nothing changes, they really are dumb.
There is no sure answer to any question about love.