I found myself in a place. It's dark, and bleary. Miles and miles away, I could see nothing but deep oblivion. Something invisible was dragging me down, something I can't logically explain but something I can definitely sense. The ache in my chest, the pounding in my head. The taste of bittersweet romance, the feel of a warm touch that is now lost. It was all there and it was overwhelming. Yet, I felt so empty. I wanted to escape it, that world. I scratched the walls, stomped on the ground and to no avail. It was such a helpless feeling that I couldn't seem to shake. It was all coming down at once and I realized what it was. It wasn't a place, it was an emotion. It wasn't emptiness, it was hurt.
I recalled it, the day your smile enlightened my life, the day you made my way into my heart. It really has been awhile since I've felt emotion like this. Love. It arrives like a storm, sudden and devastating but in a good way. And it leaves, as if it never happened at all. Loving, hurting, then breaking. It was a cycle. Always connected, one following the other at all times. It gets tiring, but that's just how it's always been for me. I remember the lightsome days of utmost glee. Being free of pain and exhaustion. I miss it. I want it back, but I know I never will. It's all replaced with gray skies and morose moments. It hasn't been long, but I already want to forget you. It's losing hope before even getting a chance.
Hurt from loving. We experience it all the time. Platonically, romantically. We get hurt because we love. We can't stop loving, and then we get hurt. But it will pass, eventually.
