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I've just read somewhere: "Love is capable of much, don't push it away." Well, is it so?
I remember how I loved and I remember how I killed my love. And I did it more than once.
I remember bittersweet taste of my love's blood, when I, with shaken hands, with obscured mind, with confused thoughts, and with eyes full of tears, won the battles with a great confidence and delight.
I remember the slaughters when I, like a maniac, enjoyed the last sighs of murdered feelings, when my heart didn't jump off my chest, when my thoughts could easily find their way, when my eyes looked at the others.
I remember empty space inside. I remember how it filled up with another beautiful sweet and tender feeling.
I know that I did everything right.
I know that I will never kill my love any more.
Killing feelings isn't bad idea, when this killing clears the way for better, sweeter, and stronger feelings. What is dead love? Mournful regrets and memories. What is killed love? Triumphal, victorious continuation of life over left behind obstacle.
If there is a reason to kill love and this reason is not a quarrel with dear loved one, then there is no need to regret, because real love would never bring such a reason about. Never. Bad day, fight over who looked what way and who did what, cheating, lies, dispute and much more can be offset by love. Murdering love needs to have a Reason. Murdering love needs to have strength to move on without flash backs of the slaughter. One can kill love, tear it apart and never think of it again when one's love is unrequited, when one knows that it is impossible to be together, or when one does it for the best of the loved one.
I am so happy to know that I will never kill my love any more.
I am so happy to have The Best Husband on the Planet :)
I've just read somewhere: "Love is capable of much, don't push it away." Well, is it so?
I remember how I loved and I remember how I killed my love. And I did it more than once.
I remember bittersweet taste of my love's blood, when I, with shaken hands, with obscured mind, with confused thoughts, and with eyes full of tears, won the battles with a great confidence and delight.
I remember the slaughters when I, like a maniac, enjoyed the last sighs of murdered feelings, when my heart didn't jump off my chest, when my thoughts could easily find their way, when my eyes looked at the others.
I remember empty space inside. I remember how it filled up with another beautiful sweet and tender feeling.
I know that I did everything right.
I know that I will never kill my love any more.
Killing feelings isn't bad idea, when this killing clears the way for better, sweeter, and stronger feelings. What is dead love? Mournful regrets and memories. What is killed love? Triumphal, victorious continuation of life over left behind obstacle.
If there is a reason to kill love and this reason is not a quarrel with dear loved one, then there is no need to regret, because real love would never bring such a reason about. Never. Bad day, fight over who looked what way and who did what, cheating, lies, dispute and much more can be offset by love. Murdering love needs to have a Reason. Murdering love needs to have strength to move on without flash backs of the slaughter. One can kill love, tear it apart and never think of it again when one's love is unrequited, when one knows that it is impossible to be together, or when one does it for the best of the loved one.
I am so happy to know that I will never kill my love any more.
I am so happy to have The Best Husband on the Planet :)