Love...

Love. Something I want, need, cherish, hate, loathe, curse. Why the conflicting verb usage? Because I've had my fair share of goods and BADS with it. Sometimes I wish that that anatomically incorrect depiction of the human heart would cease to do anything but pump my life's blood. And I know that's really all it is said to do. But I believe it loves and hurts. Otherwise, we wouldn't feel sharp, stinging, breath-taking pain when they walked down the street and you watched unnoticed. It can hurt, but you can also feel it swell and strengthen when you have that person in your arms. You hear all the beautiful love songs of the world and know that you relate to everyone of them and you either feel elated or distraught. Or maybe you're better at dealing with heartbreak and you just feel slightly lost in your life where love is concerned. But even if you are like that, you can get to the point where you are so down you lose all hope of ever being happy in your heart of hearts. You'll get over it and move on, but there's always that same doubt. Maybe you just weren't good enough. And it doesn't matter how many friends and unknowledgeable bystanders who bad mouth your other, if they felt perfect to you and you weren't for them, that puts a lot of ammo in your "it was my fault what's wrong with me" vault. Or something like that. All I'm saying is it sucks. Some can handle it better than others. Some, can't handle it at all. Which one are you? I certainly have no idea but I'll take everything in stride because if you can't handle someone else, maybe you should try and get better acquainted with yourself, before you take on someone else's mental and emotional baggage. Love is the thing that conquers all, but shouldn't it still be ruled by you?