afgkagkdgkadg! (aka she’s back in my life)

That title was no mistake.  Merely me mashing my forehead on the keyboard in the cloud of thoughts running through my head as of late.  It’s a good thing I am an exceptional drinker of alcohols and such.  Let me decompress… *farts*

Letting someone back in your life can be a double-edged sword.  On the one hand, I still love her and it’s good to have her around.  On the other, I still love her and it’s hard to have her around.  Why are we forced to ‘choose a side’ on such a thing?  On anything for that matter?  Love is one of those things that has no opposite.  See, I don’t understand when people say they ‘fell out’ of love.  Perhaps what has happened is that maybe one person in the relationship served a need that was temporary.  Now that could be a need that is physical or emotional, deep or trivial.  For me, it’s a combination of all the above.

Most people would lead you to believe that cutting people off is the way to go, but that is not really an answer either.  Where do you draw the line? And do you have to draw a line?  Is there a line?  How do some find it so easy to give up on love?

I says this (yes I said ‘says’): if you love someone still, tell them, but be sure that you are not expecting reciprocity.  Don’t say I love you to coerce them into saying it or to lay out a guilt trip… But say it if you mean it, show it if you mean it… Give love a chance, and if you are given a second one, walk gently…

I don’t even know if that made any fucking sense but I feel better… sorta…

Love and stuff,

Loveless Cupid