You know, I've been thinking. When it comes to love, we're never really in control of our own emotions.
Our emotions are literally in the hands of everyone around us. The best friend of the best friend of the person you love could be as impacting as the person you love themself. The mother of that friend could be as impacting. Because if word spreads, and secrets are revealed, the consequences can be disastrous.
I recently had a scare. A really bad scare, actually, in which the best friend of the person I love told her mom that we were in love. We'd specifically asked her not to, but she did it anyway. I spent the rest of the day panicking about whether or not this mom would tell my mom, despite receiving constant reassurance that she wouldn't. And it made me think-- the emotions I was feeling weren't in my control.
Once you accept love, you have to sacrifice the control of your own mind. You're no longer thinking for yourself. You're thinking for at least two, and the associates of your plus one. Every move you make could either help you or hurt you. It's a gamble, and you're left to decide.
Is the game even worth playing?
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Thoughts on Love (And Other Acts of Human Destruction)
PoetryJust my thoughts, whether it be 3 AM or 3 PM. Questions that keep me up at night and my makeshift answers to them, things I ponder during boring classes, and, of course, thoughts on love and my firsthand experience with having to hide it.
