Love, or something like it.

Love is a funny thing. It’s fragile, and we aren’t always it’s greatest protectors. When you love someone you’re supposed to love them unconditionally, flaws and all, regardless of their past. So what do you do when the past of the person you love haunts you every day? You can never escape it because there’s evidence everywhere. You worry every day that you made a huge mistake but you know that you’re too deep in to get out without getting hurt, but it hurts more not to run. How can you love someone but yet hate them so much? You want to change them, bend them to your will. Is it even possible? You judge them by their clothes and their music, their intelligence and their decision making. What do you do when you want to give up on someone but you can’t walk away because you know how much you’d miss them, even if you hate their music, and their clothes, how you can’t have an intelligent conversation. Can you love someone if you don’t respect them? I guess you have to let yourself see if things get better, deal with the heart break later. You can’t know in just a few months if you’re going to be with someone forever, and nobody meets their soul mate when they’re 10 years old. Give things time to get better, or get worse. Give your decisions time, because you can’t just jump into something and never look back. Not when it’s not just you that suffers. I let go of someone I loved once, a long time ago. And I think that maybe he still has a piece of me. What do you do when you can feel yourself losing another piece? I can’t help but wonder…

Is the past ever really in the past, or do they call it history because we’re doomed to repeat it?

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