"All love is bittersweet. Love is inexplicable; it is part poetry and part masochism. Part of love is the loss of self-control because one must openly surrender their sense of an exclusive self to the manic powers of love. The personal act of surrender to a lover leaves one vulnerable to entanglement in a maze of emotions. When we fall in love, our lover’s happiness and well-being assumes the primary role in our mind, they become copilots of our souls. When we are in love for the first time, we feel what it means to become a complete person; we identify who we are by seeing our reflection in our lover’s eye; and we sense what we might become when infused with love. When our lover leaves us, we feel vexed and vacant because we recognize that they took up such a large part of what made us feel intoxicated with life. When our lover abandons us, we lose our sense of self; we temporarily cease to exist as a whole person, and we must reconstruct the shattered remnants of oneself i...
Feelings are such tricky things. They can be as wonderful as the prettiest of sunsets, or as terrible as the darkest night. These two polarities join together and form an insatiable bond inside the heart, which rages on and on. A merciless duo they are. Lying in wait, seeking to make an utter fool of you the next time you see those glimmering eyes or hear any words from that certain voice... All the while, their victim is left stunned, never quite knowing if such hope is consuming that overwhelming sense of dread or whether these wonderful feelings are instead plunging the heart deeper and deeper into terror & despair. Which will prevail? Such a fine line... Yet it feels like the weight of the whole Wonderful world is teetering right on the edge... never knowing which side it may come tumbling down upon. There is nothing more wonderful, yet nothing more singularity terrifying! Persistently and relentlessly these feelings continue to haunt. They play their little games... He...