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Doesn’t anyone realize how terribly love rips us apart? How quickly a sane person can be turned mad by the trials of heartbreak, confusion, and loneliness? I do. I can see why the old woman lies alone in her bed, praying for some god somewhere to keep her strong, because she is all alone. I can see why the young girl collapses into the arms of her best friends as they stroke her hair and wipe her tears. I understand how it feels to be the boy who stands outside her window, throwing rock after rock, just waiting for the curtain to draw back and her face to appear. Nothing about love or loneliness is lost on any human being, for we have all felt it at one point or another; whether shared or unrequited, alone or surrounded by people.
Love, or what each individual perceives it to be, is a very powerful thing. It is cold and it is harsh and often accompanied by more emotions felt inside one’s own head than in any other situation. Love makes us all crazy. Love makes us all want to fly, want to cry, and want to die; perhaps even all three in a span of time as short as a day, an hour, or even a minute. Whether I’ve ever loved someone who loved me back in that heart wrenching, body-shaking way, is irrelevant. We have all been in love, if only for a brief moment in time. We have all also, consequently, shivered naked, cold, and alone in our minds, waiting for someone to help us.
There is nothing that hurts more than wanting something untouchable, needing something unreachable, or loving someone unattainable. There is nothing that makes one feel more desperate, shaken, and lonely than to fall asleep to a radio at three in the morning, red-eyed and weak, all because that special someone was supposed to call. Nothing worse than waking up with tears stained dry on your face. I assure you there is nothing more torturous than to be in love and alone.
There is, however far away for some of us, an eternity that belongs to love. There is a space in our lives that is meant to be filled by someone whose only requirement is to love us as we love them. There is out there waiting, no matter how far in our futures or close to tomorrow, an indescribable feeling that will capture us, lift us off of our feet, and sing to us in a voice more beautiful than any ever heard before. For love does not exist to bring us down, though it may sometimes, nor to lift us up higher than we can reach with our own bodies; love exists for one purpose alone, and that is to erase loneliness from our lives for even the most flickeringly precise, small moments in time.
By Claire Burgess
Love, or what each individual perceives it to be, is a very powerful thing. It is cold and it is harsh and often accompanied by more emotions felt inside one’s own head than in any other situation. Love makes us all crazy. Love makes us all want to fly, want to cry, and want to die; perhaps even all three in a span of time as short as a day, an hour, or even a minute. Whether I’ve ever loved someone who loved me back in that heart wrenching, body-shaking way, is irrelevant. We have all been in love, if only for a brief moment in time. We have all also, consequently, shivered naked, cold, and alone in our minds, waiting for someone to help us.
There is nothing that hurts more than wanting something untouchable, needing something unreachable, or loving someone unattainable. There is nothing that makes one feel more desperate, shaken, and lonely than to fall asleep to a radio at three in the morning, red-eyed and weak, all because that special someone was supposed to call. Nothing worse than waking up with tears stained dry on your face. I assure you there is nothing more torturous than to be in love and alone.
There is, however far away for some of us, an eternity that belongs to love. There is a space in our lives that is meant to be filled by someone whose only requirement is to love us as we love them. There is out there waiting, no matter how far in our futures or close to tomorrow, an indescribable feeling that will capture us, lift us off of our feet, and sing to us in a voice more beautiful than any ever heard before. For love does not exist to bring us down, though it may sometimes, nor to lift us up higher than we can reach with our own bodies; love exists for one purpose alone, and that is to erase loneliness from our lives for even the most flickeringly precise, small moments in time.
By Claire Burgess