lunes, 17 de enero de 2011
The truth is that I’m afraid to be your friend because I’m always gonna want more. But then I got to think that I’d rather have you in my life as a friend than not at all. You know, that’s a lie too. I want to take you out on a date. And I don’t care if it’s in the day or at night or whenever as long as it’s a real date. And I want to tell you how beautiful I think you are, inside and out. and I love you, I always have.
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like ‘maybe we should just be friends’ or ‘how very perceptive’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
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