I used to think it was the act of being in love that was so
profound. But that’s not really true at all. It’s the act of falling. That violent
stumble that forces you in sync with another human being. As beautiful as love
it, without that fall, I feel it isn’t enough. Maybe it’s just me, maybe it’s
that I haven’t been in love long enough
to prove the theory wrong. But that moment when you realize that whatever you
may have had, whatever you thought you were doing right before them, doesn’t
feel like fully living anymore… well that’s the moment that makes everything
else worth it. The fights, the distance, the sheer lack of sanity; it all seems
almost miniscule. Almost okay."
i found this from an old blog i used to have. i've long since forgotten the password not to mention the stories and the posts. but looking through it all made me nostalgic. and this one really stood out to me.. so i wanted to share it with all of you.
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