Love is the beautiful madness you’d choose again, even after it breaks you. Love is….. I’ll give you the ability to hurt me because I love you enough. It’s fucking insane to love anything because everything you love, you’re gonna lose. To love is to accept the inevitability that it’s gonna break your heart, and yet we do it anyway. It’s the best thing.
Love is a heart attack the best and the worst. It’s hating someone with every inch of your soul, yet finding even a minute without them is the worst thing you’ll ever know. When you love, you have no control. You’re powerless. And if you love someone, you tell them even if you’re scared it’s not the right thing, even if you’re scared it’ll cause problems, even if you’re scared it will burn your life to the ground. You say it out loud, because love demands truth, even when it terrifies you.
Love is a war you choose to fight knowing you might lose, but the thought of not showing up is worse. It’s watching the clock run down and still betting everything on those fleeting moments you have together. It’s waking up one day knowing you might be broken, but still feeling lucky you got to feel it at all. Love is both the fire and the warmth it gives. And maybe that’s why we keep diving in because in a world full of safe choices..
Love is the only thing wild enough to make us feel alive. And the fallout is quiet but brutal an emptiness that lingers, a hollow ache in the space they once filled. It hurts because it mattered, and you’d still choose it again. Its daily dose of dopamine. Some call it Stupidity.
….Quiet Thoughts By Essy.
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