It's far too late for this
Does Love ever fail? True love, not fleeting love.
Can True Love just, not work out? How True is that? Love that is there no matter the difficulty, the distance, the pain, the mistakes, and the costs. That's what we are all here for, that's what we want. Sure, we want to succeed in life. I want to be a published novelist, my sister wants to be a pediatric nurse, my brother in law wants to be paid to play his music. We all have dreams and hopes, but in the end, love is so important.
So can it just NOT happen? Can someone find the love of their life and just fail?
This isn't personal introspection so much as inspired by literature. Still, the idea baffles me. Suppose I fall in love with a girl and it doesn't work (which with my track record, seems likely). Will she always be on my mind? Will I always think of her?
I haven't fallen in love like that, not yet at least. Thank God. But the thought scares me. I live for love. Romantic love, family love, friendship love; I love it all and its the reason I am here. The thought of love not being enough, or even worse goin from true emotion to a memory that enters your mind on select mornings, scares me.
I'm scared of love. Because I am scared of what love can do to me.
Can True Love just, not work out? How True is that? Love that is there no matter the difficulty, the distance, the pain, the mistakes, and the costs. That's what we are all here for, that's what we want. Sure, we want to succeed in life. I want to be a published novelist, my sister wants to be a pediatric nurse, my brother in law wants to be paid to play his music. We all have dreams and hopes, but in the end, love is so important.
So can it just NOT happen? Can someone find the love of their life and just fail?
This isn't personal introspection so much as inspired by literature. Still, the idea baffles me. Suppose I fall in love with a girl and it doesn't work (which with my track record, seems likely). Will she always be on my mind? Will I always think of her?
I haven't fallen in love like that, not yet at least. Thank God. But the thought scares me. I live for love. Romantic love, family love, friendship love; I love it all and its the reason I am here. The thought of love not being enough, or even worse goin from true emotion to a memory that enters your mind on select mornings, scares me.
I'm scared of love. Because I am scared of what love can do to me.