I have concluded that my life is absolutely dominated by the meaning of love or maybe it's the feeling. Not just romantically but every form of love there is to exist. The warmth, and need for love constantly draws me to believe that I can't function without it. I struggled with the meaning of love for years. The confusion I faced in my relationships always made me question the validity of my definition of love. I used to hear that you can't define love but what if there was a more straight-forward definition that most of us overlook. 1 Corinthians 13:1-8 says, " Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." What if we were to cultivate these traits within ourselves? I think doing tha...
I think the irrevocable knowledge of the fact that you will never be mine again really seems to be making a rather frequent visit to my mind. There are days where I go without thinking about us. And then there are days when all I can think about is you. They say it heals with time, but it's been almost half a year and well as hurt as I may be that you chose to live a life without me, I still have to find solace in the fact that we existed. That at one point in our lives we met and we had something beautiful. I still look for you in everything and everywhere I go and I guess, I still need time to grieve. I've been reflecting, healing, growing, fighting, living, trying, holding on, loving, dreaming, eating, working, and feeling. I've been feeling the effects of your absence and growing out of the attachment/bond that we had created. I've been trying to let go of the words that held me back. All the "I love you" and the "I promise". It's been hard b...
This is where the lie that I was afraid of gradually worsens Supposing I'm just like the rest but concealed for the beauty of your eyes Maybe it's the way I talk or the way I act that creates the push-and-pull effect I'm not the person you know I don't even know the one you know That sometimes scares me because I don't know the image of the person you painted in your head It could've been the side of me that rarely comes out that you fell in love with What are the possibilities of love at first sight? Maybe one in a million to you, but when you explore everything that's to come You'll compare me with the rest of them I'm just like any other and don't have much about me I'm stuck with the person I used to be In a place I don't wish to be The constant repetition of how much you love me Drives me to insanity, making me think that I have the capabilities What are the possibilities of love at first sight? These feelings that I have, sho...
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