Victims Of Love
We all spend our entire lives trying to find somebody who will love us reguardless of the things we've done in the past, and the baggage that we still carry with us. They tell us that they will never leave us, that no distance is too far for their love to travel. They do cute little things for us every day just to prove that they are thinking about you, and to let you know that they love you. They are there when you treat them like dirt because you've had a bad day, and they are there to make you smile when the sun isn't shining your way. They fill a void in your lonely heart, that no other friends could fill. They become your best friend, the person you can talk to about absolutly anything and know that they aren't going to tell the world your secrets. They wipe away your tears when you cry, and make you laugh so hard sometimes that you think you may pee your pants. Why is it though, that when we have these amazing, "once-in-a-lifetime" people, that we ultimatly can't let go of the past? We can't do the little things for them that they do for us? We can't find it in our hearts to let them in, all because somebody has hurt us once before? And in the end, we end up treating them like a piece of shit on the ground, and we walk all over them because we know that they will take whatever bullshit we feed them for our excuses as to why we are being assholes. It's not fair to those who do everything in their power to make us happy, and to keep us smiling, only to find out that you're never happy, whether you're with them physically, or miles apart. We lie to them to make ourselves feel better. We do things in hopes that they will leave us, so that we don't have the burden hanging over our heads, and so that when they decide that they hate us, we can pretend that we don't understand their reasoning for hating our guts so bad. We tell them to their faces that we want them in our lives, and that we never want to lose them, then we post blogs or messages stating that we're unhappy and confused, and unsure of what we really want. And yet, it always seems to amaze me how after all of this, after all of this being treated like shit, that the other person still finds it in their heart to stay with us, almost because it seems that they feel bad for us and don't want us to start thinking that we're a victim of love because we can't make up our own damn minds