Hopeless romantics always end up getting the shitty end of the stick. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to love the way that I have before. I ALWAYS give so much love, only to be heart broken. That’s what love is about right? To love like you’ve never loved before?
Don’t get me wrong, I feel so content with where I currently am with my life, and there is no void in my heart to be filled and I just have enough room in my heart to love myself. It just sucks that when I watch movies like Blue Valentine, I get reminded of how quickly one can fall out of love with someone, with the other still giving so much effort in trying to make something happen, and how things used to be. That feeling of hurt comes back, when scenes of heartbreak flash onto the screen, then I quickly get over it and remember how great my life is becoming.
I only know of one couple who’s been together for a long time and loves each other like they’ve just met. It’s so wonderful to watch them be as loving as they are, and it makes me so happy to see them both together.
Unfortunately/Fortunately (however you want to look at it), love is like a drug. Once you’ve felt it, you want to have it again, and again. I’ve learned to fight that feeling, stop chasing pavements, and love myself first. When the time is right, that one special someone (whoever it may be) will be there to capture my heart. Now is not the right time, but who is to say when the right time really is? I guess I’ll just know, and be the love warrior that I’m born to be.