Sunday, 4 January 2009
09:15:36 PM (GMT)
I never get people. Or the problems that come with them.
I don't understand how someone who can go through so much physical or psychological
pain live with it.
I can't understand how someone like that can be so chipper. So happy. So... loving.
Doesn't it hurt to lose someone you like? Someone you MORE than like? Can you live
with that feeling of loss and desire that cannot be attained again?
With things like love and life, how do you keep it all inside? How is it, that one
person can cope, but another person may go insane with the unbearable insanity of the
Being a guy and talking about love, and being straight, no less, makes any situation
like this incredibly hard.
Love doesn't really agree with the masculine mind. It is more of a feminine trait. Is
that why men are so against finding true love and just... settling down?
And when can you tell it's the real thing? Not lust, or infatuation, or just
something that may 'work?' What makes it love?
A morbid affair, love is.
It's never like Romeo and Juliet. The candle of love, only to be blown out by their
families and their sad feud.
It's never like the romantic novels, where the nerdy but somehow buff, hot and
inexplicably appealing to the womanly wiles of the female protagonist.
It's always a chance.
Never a sure thing.
And the heartbreak can do so much to you, it actually hurts.
or so I've heard.