i finally am burdened by being different
there is within me a desire to no longer be who i am
i tried, i really did
but then again does it matter?
no one will take pity on this heart
scarred and wounded
and thats the way the world works
its this point, the make or break point
where your values are being requestioned
where your love undermined
giving up or giving in?
then again does it matter?
what i live with or for?
i dont want to care
no more
i want to love people like they deserved to be loved
beats the superficial and temporary
and i will be happy
with or without
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AINT NO AVERAGE.
LOVE.
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
Captain Corelli's Mandolin
Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
Captain Corelli's Mandolin
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