Two & 1/2 years later, the truth remains the same
Is it really so horrible a thing to love someone? If it's not, then why do I feel so indefinably repulsed every time I think about it? I suppose if the person involved doesn't share your sentiments, you start to feel like somehow you're in the wrong for ever feeling the way you do.
What are you supposed to do in this situation? I've been hopelessly in love with someone for around two years now. Sure, there's been the horrifyingly superficial, ridiculous crushes in between, but those were always horrible mistakes and I just keep going back to this one. It's obviously not something that I can just shake off, or I'd have done it by now. It's not the love I'm trying to prove though. That's already quite evident in my mind. The main question is, what do you do in the situation that they don't have the same feelings? I've been rejected, fucked over, used, everything you can think of, but I was never truly in love with any of them. That's the only thing that makes this situation different. I can't move on, but I can keep being their friend. I don't know that I'll ever be able to find anyone else that I'll ever feel this much for or be able to sacrifice everything I have for... that's the painful part. And the thought that they could possibly find someone else is too much to bear. Honestly, I could see myself killing someone. I probably wouldn't, but the temptation would definately be more than present. I don't know. I really don't. WHAT DO YOU DO? Are you just expected to move on, find something else, get married to some random, become complacent, pop out a few kids? Or be alone forever, fill your life with meaningless externals and die in isolation? Is all you can do is just keep being their friend, trying not to let your emotions overtake all that you have left?
I've thought about this time after time after stupid, meaningless, inconclusive time and all I've realized is that love is the only thing that logic will never be able to work through.
I'd rip my heart out in a tragic attempt to both prove my undying love and put myself out my own misery, but I could also totally see you laughing at my corpse and telling my bloody remains that they're overreacting.
What are you supposed to do in this situation? I've been hopelessly in love with someone for around two years now. Sure, there's been the horrifyingly superficial, ridiculous crushes in between, but those were always horrible mistakes and I just keep going back to this one. It's obviously not something that I can just shake off, or I'd have done it by now. It's not the love I'm trying to prove though. That's already quite evident in my mind. The main question is, what do you do in the situation that they don't have the same feelings? I've been rejected, fucked over, used, everything you can think of, but I was never truly in love with any of them. That's the only thing that makes this situation different. I can't move on, but I can keep being their friend. I don't know that I'll ever be able to find anyone else that I'll ever feel this much for or be able to sacrifice everything I have for... that's the painful part. And the thought that they could possibly find someone else is too much to bear. Honestly, I could see myself killing someone. I probably wouldn't, but the temptation would definately be more than present. I don't know. I really don't. WHAT DO YOU DO? Are you just expected to move on, find something else, get married to some random, become complacent, pop out a few kids? Or be alone forever, fill your life with meaningless externals and die in isolation? Is all you can do is just keep being their friend, trying not to let your emotions overtake all that you have left?
I've thought about this time after time after stupid, meaningless, inconclusive time and all I've realized is that love is the only thing that logic will never be able to work through.
I'd rip my heart out in a tragic attempt to both prove my undying love and put myself out my own misery, but I could also totally see you laughing at my corpse and telling my bloody remains that they're overreacting.