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Anonymous
Please talk to me
Which is such a complicated mess that I hardly even know what to say. It’s the most intensely wonderful, extremely painful experience of your life. There are some people who have one love and only one love throughout the course of their life. One true love. But I feel like this is one of those beautifully rare occurrences. When your first love comes around, most of the time, it’s not the last. But it never really goes away. It’s when you’re naive, more often than not, and you fall, so incredibly hard, never knowing what to expect, never really thinking anything through, because this feeling is so strong, and so new. Everything is done with such passion. You love with passion, you fuck with passion, you fight with passion. Everything is just so overwhelming that most of the time you don’t even know where your head is at. Things gradually start to progress, and time goes on, and you learn about this person, and you learn about yourself, and you grow. And again, more often than not, your naivety becomes apparent to you, and you start to question. This question is the poison, it is the seed that begins to bloom more and more each day inside of you, and it hurts, honestly, doubting love. Something that seemed so permanent, something that seemed so undying, something that seemed eternal is now just… debatable. It’s really a mindfuck. You try and try, desperately reaching for something, anything, that could fix this, save this relationship, to stop this hesitation that’s developing into this heavy emotion inside of you. You don’t want to lose this, but you don’t know if you really want it anymore. And then it happens. It’s just over. Just like that. And maybe it lingers for a while, you’re still looking for a reason to come back. But at some point, it will be gone. And you’ll be left with memories. You can either make those memories the most excruciatingly painful thoughts you have, which will burden you until you let go, or you can transform them into a lesson learned, and glance back once in a while to reflect on and appreciate what you had, and the good things that came from your relationship. And yeah, every once in a while, maybe even more often than you thought, you’ll be reminded of it. For me, it’s Atmosphere, white Tacomas, the smell of cologne mixed with the smell of weed, and sometimes when I lay in bed, I think about our bodies intertwined and our fingers tracing eachother. Like I said, it never really goes away. It gets easier, and you let go. The feeling of something gone missing becomes less prominent, eventually completely absent, and you heal. But it never really goes away.
Anonymous
I don’t know what to say but i’m glad i make you happy hahaha. please dont hate me
