another heart calls
Pain. the unrequited love. it just seems that i can't do what was necessary. i can't fully grasp the situation...the heartahce and unbelievable real pain that i have suffered. how can one possibly deem love being the answer..yet i know how good it can feel. looking into the eyes of another and seeing that recognition and the very real, undeniable feelings of another. seeing that makes all the hurt and all the pain one exposes themsevles too worth it. yet, it can be so fleeting. one moment you think it's solid, it's there...and then it goes. we are the generations of the heartbroken. fully investing in someone..the time the effort the tragic trust you place in another. yet love remains. it's what drives so many of us. the hope and the belief that it is there and can occur again. not once, but twice i have suffered the cliche of it's better to have love and lost then never to have loved at all. and it's probably true. seeing through the pain, the glaze of heartbreak. one only knows that most likely, it will occur again. am i strong enough to go through it, to open myself up so completely to the whims of another? only time will tell-