It brings us such joy, elates, and excites. It brings us alive from the inside. Our hearts, it ignites. It opens us up to all that is good, the sound of music, the colors come alive, the deeper we feel it the deeper we want to dive.
It’s sufficating. Numbing. It takes away our rational minds. The more it sets us free, the more it silently binds. Insidiously nice, it holds us in a vice.
The greatest painkiller, the ultimate relief. We drop everything all over again for just a glimpse. A peek. We follow anyone and anything to seek it. Anything to get the next hit.
We seek it on our phones at our jobs in our homes. We thrive in it, driven mad by it.
And yet, we are powerless to deny it.
The sweetest elixir. The cruelest toxin. It is something we all want to be lost in.
There is nothing better when we feel it together. Nothing more painful when we are left alone in the rainfall.
We throw away ourselves and our pride for it. Some of us even died for it.
We pray, beg, and plead before we’re even old enough to read. Reaching out, with no clue what it’s about.
We will make mistake after mistake. Fall again and again. We only want it to stay for it to never end.
I speak of course of love… so tangible yet always elusive. We hope to feel it again. No matter how intrusive.
I love still, I love so deeply that the air stings to breathe. I love. I can not help but believe. Maybe this time will be different. Maybe this person will see how much I have to give. Because no matter how much it hurts us, without love, we don’t really live.
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