I think they call it a crush because of the certainty that they will do exactly that. It's hard to like somebody when everybody is telling you it's not worth it. I mean, it's obvious that anybody I go out with will end up breaking up with me and moving on too quickly. Because, well, that's just how it goes. It hurts and in the end I'm absolutely crushed, but that's okay. I know that there isn't going to be a lot of relationships I'm in that have the potential of lasting, no matter how much I want it to. The words "I love you" are lies. Even so, we all choose to believe them because there is nothing left but that and only that. Love is conditional. Love will almost always be conditional along with so many other things. And that's okay. But crushes and partners are the thing that kills everyone in the end. The constant turmoil. That you will never be good enough. But you are.
Cheated on, wasted, unnoticed.
Unrealised of your true potential.
Unrecognised by the capacity and capability.
Drown out by the sound of screaming and tears because you don't have the thing that affected your life the most.
Yeah, love sucks.
I know.
But that's okay.
