I think it is natural, that when you are truly in love with somebody, you feel a pain inside. The love, literally hurts and it’s a deep hurt that could be felt throughout.
The kind of pain I am talking about is the kind that comes when you look at that person. I would sit or lay in one corner, throat parched, as I caught a glimpse of what it would feel like to lose him in all sorts of different ways. I think when you reach a certain level of love, it stops becoming a relationship but rather, as cliche as it sounds, becomes a oneness. Two souls intertwined.
While, I don’t think many people have thought about this as much as I have, or to the same extent, I am sure we all have for at least a split second thought about what we’d feel if someone we loved suddenly vanished. It hurts and that’s how you know you are totally in love and there’s no turning back.
It’s funny how I could feel like such a big-hearted person when I think back at how I’d feel this way, but like a cruel judgemental bitch at other times. Some people are lucky to get the pure, loving sides of us, while most deal with the moody, fickle, and seemingly impossible to please jerks.
I guess that’s why so many people say love changes them for the better.
After all, you gotta make every second, every minute and every hour worth it.. before they go.
