When you love someone it can make you crazy and not the good kind of crazy (fun to hang out with) but the all consuming crazy that can make you go against everything you believe to be with this person.
The kind of love that shatters fantasy--born in the blood of passion that surpasses logic and reaches/touches a secret place in your mind to justify the madness of it all.
Rubbing raw old wounds making them fresher, deeper and more biting. The kind of love that turns confusion into rage that makes you want to kill the world and yourself to save them from the pain. Love may be a many splendored thing but it always has a price. Its a potent drug and it makes you high when things are going well. But when its bad the crash is unbearable. You either sublimate or compromise your principles and sense of self to the point of non existence to be with this person.
Or you lash out at the person you love or loved with vicious, precision verbal attacks meant to exact the pain this person has caused you, plus a pound of flesh. Which is exactly the point--cut them out like a cancerous tumor and in doing so you think that you're easing you own private misery when if fact you're in a place that makes hell look and feel like paradise. Pride, fear, ignorance and lack of trust and inexperience are all baggage brought to the table by both lovers. Scars that warped and impeded something so precious and rare that few ever really experience it. The wounds of old surface and doom this love from the start. The tragic truth about love is that you have to fight for it and if you're the only one fighting, it's time to let go and begin to heal..
I can relate to all of that more than you know. I'll agree if you don't fight for it somebody else will get you queen and you'll be sitting there looking the booty face. However, if things don't work out the great thing is. It's not the end of the world because love doesn't die and you can alway grow new love to love again. It's taken me a while and some lost loves to figure that out. But I'm very grateful to have loved and I know that I've dug my love deep enough now that hell somebody else will eventually pass by the hole in my heart and perhaps fall in love with me someday. Until then I'll keep loving my honey buns. Overall this is another extradionarily real thought and I enjoyed the message. Write On Sistagyrl!
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This, among many others in your presentation, is a gem, Andie. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Regis