November 8, 2012
Laying in bed, iPod bleeding out torture in the form of love songs. I can't help but wonder how a person who was once my only source of happiness can also be the one reason for all my despair. Every fairytale I can recall recounts the magical stories of the kind of love that I always imagined for myself. Every song I hear echoes the sweet satisfaction of being part of a love that no one understands. Memories flash uncontrollably through my head like a movie that has no end. Tears freely falling as the sound of my frequent sniffs are drowned out by the sweet melodies that once made me smile. Isn't it ironic that all the things that once made me enjoy my life are now the things that push me further into a grave that I've unknowingly been digging for almost three years now. What are you supposed to do when something you put all your heart and soul into, falls apart? How do you reverse the chemistry? Undo all the memories? Erase all the text messages, long conversations and pictures that are engraved in your memory? How do you tell your heart not to love the one person that knows you more than yourself? What do you do when you're surrounded by reminders of the love that used to be? How can you possibly try to erase a face that you've spent the last three years memorizing? It hurts knowing that the love is and always will be there but sometimes love just isn't enough. They tell us that love is beautiful when they really should've told us how to deal when everything falls apart.They never tell us that out of all the jobs in the world, love is the hardest...