Love...

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"True love
The stories say it lasts forever
But stories end
They always end
And that love, previously so powerful, disappears..."
-Senor Wooly

With a break up the day before hearing this it hit me hard. It almost brought me to tears to think about the truth behind the words. How do you fill the hole of a person who was there so much? All the time spent with them, suddenly free, all the things unsaid, suddenly not nesscary, all the experiences, suddenly just memories. I know I will be okay, I say as I wipe the tears away. It hurts today and it will hurt tomorrow because you can't instantly stop loving someone. Even if you were unhappy at times, even if they made you cry or didn't understand somethings about you, it doesn't make it hurt any less.
The cat licks at his fur on the bathroom floor, unaware of the pain. A tear drops every so softly on the fur he just cleaned as I kiss is head.
It's a holiday, why aren't I celebrating? I just published a novel, why aren't I celebrating? I just returned back to school, why aren't I celebrating? Because it feels like I got hit with a car. "Love is like farts, if you have to force it it's probably crap" 
A knock sounds at the bathroom door, causing me to contain my emotions and pretend it's all fine when I know tomorrow will be harder then today when I have to see him again.

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