Soliloquy

tell me.

It made me wonder how the vivid truth of a soul that's breathing out there, sprinkling inside her thoughts nothing but pieces of you and your name is existing and has came forth to slap in your demented mind, the reality that you were born to be loved by someone.

I have understood the way people feel and take in love. It is something mere eyes cannot see but lives have been spent and hearts bled for it. It is a substance of the soul, a product of all emotions combined. Some people accept it with open arms others do not. Fears, experiences and souls have made some people wary and cautious by the mere mention of it.

But I do not understand why you, you fear of being loved. Would it kill you slowly? Would it detach you from your entity? Is it something you are lethal of? Can it burn you on the inside? Or is it a feeling, an emotion so foreign to you that you're afraid of its immediate effect, the now and its aftermath? Have you been so depraved of love that you forgot it existed? Have you been keeping yourself far from its grasp? Do you look at yourself so little that you have submerged in your thoughts that you do not deserve it, let alone feel it and its entirety?

It is never fearful to love, let alone accept it. And when one accepts it, it is not necessary to give it back. But the world and its inhabitants has imprinted in their minds that when one gives, one shall pay back, leaving out the giver empty, with its given love in vain. But is it all that of love? Is it?

Now tell me, why do you fear of being loved? Is it because you haven't felt it? Is it because you cannot keep up with it changing so often, and ending so soon? How can you know if you won't set your heart out there and feel it? How? How do you know if it is the way you think it is? And how do you know it is not?

How do you know it is painful when you haven't had it yet? Haven't let it entangle your existence, your life, your soul, you? How do you know so much of its menace when you know nothing of its bliss?

How do you know so much of love when you know nothing at all? Tell me and I'll be listening.