The things we do for love huh? Or what we think is love. What happens when you just don’t know and your just so young or maybe just curiously confused. You have no idea what love really is except the made up characterization we know from cinderella, sleeping beauty, or maybe even those cute couples in reality we see so happy but we’re just looking though the glass of a window full of what we think is logical and realistic enough to compare to love.
Like how about that first kiss at the age of your innocence. Your not sure how exactly you start off but it feels so perfect right? But after realizing love isn’t really this miraculous fairy tale. Then you feel in need of more than a simple lip touch.
And feeling that embrace from one another but its just a hug right? Wrong.. Its suppose to mean so much more but now its a lifeless, numb, meaningless, grasp between one another.
Maybe in a fairytale it would be that exact moment your heart is finally in momentum with each other. And that one embrace makes you realize this person may not be ”the one” but at this exact moment your heart, and mind made a decision to fully intertwine after a sudden collision of heartbeats.
Now your emotionally attracted to this idea of love. Or is love really just a belief. What does your heart really have to do with anyway? I mean its just a hollow, pumplike organ of blood circulation composed mainly of rhythmically contractile smooth muscle right? They say a baby needs love in order for them grow and their heart to grow. They need that embrace that we take for granted so often. And i’m just so curious.
Even holding hands they’re made to be filled with anothers. But are they now tainted from allowing others to feel on them or even using our hands for hate and abuse toward others and or sexually. Or maybe i’m just trying to convince myself to be numb to this idea of love and the unrealistic fairytale idea they drop in our head when we’re really living in a bizarre hell. But I rather be in this bizarre hell making these decisions for love than to be alone.
– Brielle Duncan
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