love.
my life and my money and my food and my homework and my responsibilities and my friends and my parents and my job and my wants and my needs and even my boyfriend--i disect them. i tear them apart in fits of passion, justifying my blatant errors and wrong-doings with the excuse that "i'm still learning."
i've always thought that loving someone was something deep and unquestionable. that it meant forever in continuum. now i understand that you must question to answer, you must break to rebuild, you must hate to love.
"love is blind."
if this is true, then it must follow that
young love is blind out of innocence.
naive love is blind out of ignorance.
false love is blind out of necessity
and true love...
true love is blind by choice, but only after seeing it all.
i've always thought that loving someone was something deep and unquestionable. that it meant forever in continuum. now i understand that you must question to answer, you must break to rebuild, you must hate to love.
"love is blind."
if this is true, then it must follow that
young love is blind out of innocence.
naive love is blind out of ignorance.
false love is blind out of necessity
and true love...
true love is blind by choice, but only after seeing it all.