the concept of love is a bit difficult
i can't really word this in an elegant, flowery way. bear my incoherent sentence structures
it shouldn't be a hard concept to grasp, right? maybe i'm thinking this way because i'm disordered. regardless, someone else out there relates too.
it's not like i don't know how it feels like. but i just can't see myself receiving it. i would want and love to, but why does it feel so farfetched? i know i shouldn't think that way because "you can only receive what you see yourself receiving" but it seems the bad thoughts will always make rounds.
i don't think that's what the main point of what i'm trying to say, anyways.
it's a bit disorienting looking back on memories with people who are no longer having the same relationship with you. was it all for naught? what did "love" mean to you? maybe the concept of forever is foreign to others, but why couldn't it last a little longer?
i guess that's the point of growing up. you live and let live.
i probably shouldn't dwell on stuff like this.
but you know, i have a lot of love to give. if you so happened to come back around, i'm still here. not waiting, but the offer is there. you meant something to me, so i feel a bit obligated to always be a leaning shoulder.
that mentality might not be the best either, but in the end, love seems to always prevail for me. if others are happy, i am too