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Mike wheeler, this one's for you.
Jealousy is a form of attraction.
I need a vampire to sink his canines into my neck to feed on me so we get drunk on the pleasure of the rush of blood as he consumes me like it's the last drop of all the wine left in the universe.
please.
The silent ache of never being chosen
The worst part of being single is the silent ache of never being chosen. When you watch someone hold hands, smile at each other like they're the sun, and continually do acts of love that stem from genuine affection in front of you, there is something prodding at your heart painfully slow, reminding you of how hopelessly alone you are. It's okay heart, I know I'm alone. I know that maybe it's because I lack something, i know that maybe it's because I don't deserve it, i know that maybe it's because I'm terrified. You don't have to remind me, I know. But the hope of the fact that maybe I'll be one of those people in love, who are loved with the same burning intensity, keeps me going through everyday of being alone. All I have to do is wait...
writing prompt:
"I'm not asking for anything else, but to be loved by someone like you. Because surely, surely you must know that it was all for you. I did it all so that maybe you could look my way the way I do you. But what you give me isn't nearly enough to quench my thirst for you. I want more from you, and it bruises my soul. Every breath I take hurts, knowing you're not there by me. I beg you to end this agony. All I'm asking from you is to love me a little more than I do you."
This came to me in a dream where these symbols were found in ancient ruins that indicated doomsday. IS IT GOING TO BE THE END OF THE WORLD!?!?
I don't know what it is I yearn for.
Affection? Admiration? Attention? All of it?
I don't know.
Love is funny, isn’t it?
It’s so contradicting, yet true at every possibility. I think I understand why people crave it. Why they need it. Whenever I think about it, many emotions come to my mind, but there’s one thing that’s always there: that warm glow blooming somewhere inside my chest, where my heart lies.
Love, it is so powerful, it’s the only thing that binds all the creatures on this earth. Money might leave you, your parents might abandon you, you might even be born without anything, but one thing you’ll always have is love.
But the thing is, that it’s so weird, it’s almost impossible to define it. We try to fit every possible emotion into four letters. Excitement, happiness, jealousy, nervousness, anger, comfort, hatred, care — the list will never end.
Love is simple, yet so complicated. It’s the easiest thing to do in the world until it’s not. It'll ruin you till you’re nothing, and then build you back up. It'll wound you and heal you. It’s thrilling, overwhelming, comforting, it’s everything at once. Why wouldn’t one yearn for it? It’s to die for. It’s intoxicating.
I haven’t fallen in love with anyone yet, but I feel that when I do, it’ll be like learning how to breathe again. I know that I’m loved, and that I have people to love, but I sense a void inside of me that I don’t know how to fill. I feel that I have so much love to give, but I can’t.
The reason I find it funny despite everything else is that the fact that you find family in a stranger. A stranger who doesn’t know you, who hasn’t been there your entire life before. Or maybe that they have, but were like a stranger.
That stranger cares for you, knows your cracks and faults and still chooses to stay with you. They help you grow into a better person and support you no matter what. And then all of a sudden they’re not a stranger anymore, they’re a huge part of yourself. They’ll never truly leave you, even if they’re gone.
I believe that love is not an emotion, not an experience, but a reason to live.
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