If Only It Were Easier...

What we crave most in this world is connection. 

For some people, that happens at first sight. 

It’s when you know, you know. 

It’s fate working its magic. 

And that’s great for them. 

They get to live in a pop song.

 Ride the express train. 

But that’s not the way it really works. 

For the rest of us, it’s a bit less romantic.

 It’s complicated, it’s messy.
It’s about horrible timing and fumbled opportunities. 

And not being able to say what you need to say when you need to say it.

 At least, that’s the way it is for me. 

Have you ever been in love? 

Horrible isn’t it? 

It makes you soo vulnerable. 

It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside and mess you up. 

You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… you give them a piece of you. 

They didn’t ask for it.

 They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. 

Love takes hostages. 

It gets inside you. 

It eats you up and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like “maybe we should be just friends” turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. 

It hurts. 

Not just in the imagination. 

Not just in the mind. 

It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. 
I [momentarily] hate love. 

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