Worldly Wondering

Love is..

Confusing. It is painful and confusing but we all continuously search for it as if our lives depend upon it. We are desperate and addicted and need love. So weak and sad we are when we obtain it, but so determined and excited we are to keep it. More often than not, we lose it and become much weaker. It is worse than a death sentence to love, for death must surely feel much more peaceful than a broken heart. Nevertheless, that moment of butterflies; that sweet, gentle embrace that we hold so dearly, is worth all of the heartbreak it brings later on. This addiction cannot be cured and I know it just as well as others. If only I weren't addicted. Then I wouldn't know the pain of loving one that will never love me back. My fate is one of one-sided adoration. How...sad.