I have nothing to say. Love is a outworn world.
Oldfashioned. Spoiled and broken. In times of virtual depressive society. But it’s about me. Do I belive in love? I hope… I could belive again…
Long time ago I was this little girl that belived that prince charming can happen like in a fairy tale. That was way before I saw that there are no happy ends in life. That was before I was heartbroken so many times.
I guess I never tried to love anyone more than I could, than I should… Beyond the borders of breaking - I was too caucious. I didn’t need any additional pain.
I read, painkillers are blocking dopamine, but even after so much medicine I still feel… tiny butterflies form time to time.
Hypocrite form the past is writing so pretty about love,he sais the worlds everyone wants to hear. That love is the reason for breathing and waking up. That he was so heartborken and depressed but he’s still waiting for the only one to give him angel wings.
In a different world I could nearly belive in the same thing. Love is so far right now that sometmes I don’t know if I can find it. In my dream I would love to belive taht one day, very soon, I’ll fullfill my dream.
Leave this village and show the world that I’m here. And then I’ll meet the right one. He will be perfect in all his imperfections, and he will love me. And I will, probably, love him.
In reality I’m scared of love, of feeling of meeting new people of getting too close. It’s dangerous. Would it change if I would be famous? I hope.
Long years ago I thought I’ve met the only one, I’m not so sure now.. And he made me feel love in every person in the air, in everything. I thought I have actual wings and I can do everything, achive every dream. But he was never supposed to be mine. And I also met the hypocrite… But you don’t need any details.
I’m alone all my life so I’m pobably the last person to know something about love. I just know it hurts, it’s not fair, it’s frail, it breaks easly.
I would love the love to show me the other side of love. - warm, safe, acceptance, passion.
I’m writing this to answer to his ‚something' about love.
Advice:never trust love.
If I find love I’ll let you know ;)