― Rupi Kaur
Life is a funny thing, isn't it? When you're in love? The mixed myriad of emotions. It's exhilarating but also completely frightening. It's almost painful. How can that be? How can something so beautiful and exquisite that makes you feel things so vividly, things you have always longed to feel, also produce pangs of longing or fear or an intensity that just makes you want to run?
I think I know. It's because you know, deep down you know, this too shall pass--a phrase usually used to overcome pain--oh the irony! It won't last. It's bound to end. Does that mean you shouldn't allow yourself to love? (Romantically I mean.) Somedays, I think, yes, as I watch friends I love suffer at the hands of Love, hurt by people that should have cared more for them, their well-being, but instead cause such destruction and pain for them, I, myself, having been hurt by those I have loved or thought I loved.
How about you? Has Love hurt you? How do you get past it? How do you get over a lover who was supposed to care for you but who does the opposite? People always answer Time. But I wonder if going in knowing, really intellectually knowing, it won't last is what will save you. And what will, in the end, ensure that you don't stop yourself from diving back under again and again, breath held to let go, even in the awareness of the pain you know it will inevitably cause.
Am I being too pessimistic? Perhaps. And right now, I will simply close my eyes and try to live in this moment, the only moment I know exists.