Love

Love.
How is it,
that the greatest, most powerful emotion,
has become a cliché?
The word has been twisted,
overused,
spoiled,
defined,
redefined.
The whole concept of love has turned into a fantasy!
Every possible thought about love,
every angle of attack,
every method of defining love has been exhausted.
Drained so much, that even writing about how cliché love is, has become cliché.
And yet,
here I am.
Writing about it.
My experience with it,
and my fantasies about what it should be.
When I think of love,
I think of chocolate.
I think of red satin,
big balloons,
hearts,
stuffed animals,
and hallmark cards.

And that makes me sad.

When I think about love,
I want to think about the feeling.
When I think about love,
I don't want to have to think, I want to feel.
I want to feel safe.
Comfortable with them,
alone without.
I want to feel like I would do anything for them.
I want my world to revolve around them,
and when we kiss,
I want sparks to fly.
I want to feel like the world as I know it, is over.
I want to tell them all my secrets.
I want to stay up all night talking about stupid things,
or about the things that matter.
I don't even care if we talk.
Just as long as we're together.
........

But what happens when it's over?
When I've become half of a better whole,
and suddenly,
half of me is gone?
What if she's not even gone?
She's close enough to touch,
but not the way we used to.
The pain.
The longing for what we used to be.
The pain.
The doubts that we ever used to be something.
The regrets,
the sorrow,
the denial,
anger,
hatred,
loneliness,
sadness.

The pain.

Is it really better to have loved and lost?

I guess I'll find out.

So.
This is a congratulations to all the couples.
A warning to all the future ex's.
And a "get well" card for all the heartbroken.

I love you all.