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I think that everytime you are in love, you cut a piece of yourself off, give it to someone, and hope they take care of it, and keep it living. After the relationship fades, so do the pieces, and we move on, with these little scars, sometimes bigger ones, left behind from our past loved. When you really love someone, you give them a piece of your life, a piece of you that you will never get back, and a piece that they will hold onto forever. Even if they don't want it, they got it, like a bad STD. I've got my scars, and my pieces, and I am really not sure how many more I'm going to get, hopefully not many because, well, I have enough. I am tired of either getting looked over, or looking over. Getting compared/comparing all those pieces, trying to figure out if the best one has passed you by. It doesnt work like that. Not that I am about to go on about how it works. I really have no idea. Im just bouncing around in empty space, colliding into others at radom, or sometimes on my own orbit, or sometimes just getting pulled into a giant stars gravity field, reflecting its light, and calling it my own. You know the whole stephan hawking/love simile. You've heard it before, im sure. Creation would not exist if destruction wasn't in our nature. Stop lying to yourselves, you know its true. Its easier to accept it, accept the lack of control, but hold on, and enjoy the ride.
Love is something complicated, and something that I will never understand. But I trust its here for a reason, which I may never know. But lately, it's what keeps me breathing.
Love is something complicated, and something that I will never understand. But I trust its here for a reason, which I may never know. But lately, it's what keeps me breathing.