“I love You.”
Three words that seem so overused these days that sometimes becomes so routinely said that it loses its meaning.
Love…What is love?
Love is the emotion of strong affection and personal attachment – according to Wiki. (Wikipedia knows it all…Right.)
I have pondered upon, digested on it, still the words don’t vomit out as easily as I would hope it to be.
Sublimeness. What is it that it’s so important to feel?
So obscure yet so defining that I should be so afraid of feeling…and then losing…and then…not wanting…
At 29 I’m still in search for the true meaning in this thing called love. Advocate my actions in hopes that all falls into place. Yet…I feel empty. Can love be so hollow as to not let one rise above and beyond the horizons of what love seemingly has to offer?
I beg to differ and opine broaching on the context of an everlasting love… As time changes people and in time we suffer the consequences of love being jaded and old…
So how is forever ever determined?
How is love an exemplary of good faith in instilling eternal happiness when it is so often mistreated, misguided, and in my lifetime, misplaced….
I have no faith in love…no hope…no agenda…
I’d like to believe that true love will find its cause.
I’d like to hope that love will in return be my savior from a downfall. But somehow, all hope and faith ceased and has led me to believe that love is just a game…Played not just by two…
Which leaves me back to where I started…
Clueless of this thing called love…Fearing it at most…
Not wanting to feel in defense of not wanting to hurt...myself…or others…
Yet as I speak, my heart seems to disagree and agree…
Battling the subconscious mind.
The grey area…as so to speak…
No depth…No border…No defined clarity…
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