stupid, silly little thing called love.

I keep staring at this, over and over again. I feel like I can’t breathe, I can’t even move a muscle. I can’t simply think. Every single act hurts, because you are not here. Perhaps I’m too dependent, and maybe I should regain my independence because I want you too much. The distance is daring, indeed, it kills. And nothing should feel like that, especially love. It hurts losing your mind, your soul, your universe. It all simply fades.

In fact, love is a little bit more than dependence, as a last resort you get glued to that one single person you think owns your heart. When he or she disappears, you feel insane, like dying. You cry, again and again over broken records and guitar strings, which once played the songs you both danced to on a rainy night. But in fact every time you give your heart to someone, you get the chance it gets broken and scattered. It ends up in a hole, buried deep down in someone else’s mind, who forgot who you are and what you once meant.

So you build up a defense. You close your heart, and you swear you will never love again. Although you know that is quite impossible, because it will call your name once more. And you will fall again. It might hurt, especially if no one is there you catch you. It’s much safer to close your heart, and hide the key so no one can find it.

When it comes to love, we must be as down to earth as possible. The higher we fly, the worst is the fall. And nobody likes to get hurt. It’s the most hideous thing on earth. So hide yourself from love, keep your heart on lockdown. Get rid of everything that reminds you of that stupid, silly little thing called love. And move on with your life.