Commitment. Something that most people are afraid of. Including me. The thought of being together with a person seems so absurd to me. Thinking for both parties and not only about yourself. I'm not trying to say that I'm selfish but it's different from taking care of your little sister. It's a different kind of love. Family is and was always there. But your significant other just pops up into your life with no warning. And then the affection towards them grows like a plant in your garden. Until it's fully grown. Then the leaves are weathering. It's slowly dying. One can interpret the plant in lots of different ways. For one, it could symbolize the love between two people that is slowly dying. Or, perhaps your lover is slowly drifting apart from you.
Thinking about giving a person this much power to destroy you... it seems strange to me.
Why would you allow that?
Never in my life have I met a person who is worth to give this kind of power to.
I see people for who they really are. Maybe that's the reason why I get bored of them in a short period of time. Whenever I thought that it could be different this time, I always turned out to be wrong. And I'm slowly starting to think that I'll never meet my special person. Sex. Another thing that most of them want. They are acting the nicest they can get in order to get what they want. Isn't that really ludicrous? It almost makes me want to burst out in laughter.
The exchange of feelings in a physical way expressed through three simple letters. You want to feel connected with the person. You do it so you can figure out who you are. But you won't.
I believe in love. I love stories. I love writing. Art. My family. Nature. The golden leaves of trees in fall. But can I love a person? They gave me no reason to do so.
Thinking about giving a person this much power to destroy you... it seems strange to me.
Why would you allow that?
Never in my life have I met a person who is worth to give this kind of power to.
I see people for who they really are. Maybe that's the reason why I get bored of them in a short period of time. Whenever I thought that it could be different this time, I always turned out to be wrong. And I'm slowly starting to think that I'll never meet my special person. Sex. Another thing that most of them want. They are acting the nicest they can get in order to get what they want. Isn't that really ludicrous? It almost makes me want to burst out in laughter.
The exchange of feelings in a physical way expressed through three simple letters. You want to feel connected with the person. You do it so you can figure out who you are. But you won't.
I believe in love. I love stories. I love writing. Art. My family. Nature. The golden leaves of trees in fall. But can I love a person? They gave me no reason to do so.