Love Like Woe

“Loved so strong, then you moved on,
Now I'm hung up in suspense.
Because you're bringing me in,
And then you're kicking me out again.”

-- The Ready Set

I never write of love. Possibly because I rarely ever feel love. Or, I suppose the best terms for that are more along the lines of “I never allow myself to feel love, or let anyone love me because I am petrified of being hurt.” Yes, that seems more like it.
But now I choose to write of love. Love lost, love found, love lost again. You see, I don’t believe people under the age of 30 even know what true love is, so my philosophy is, how can teenagers fall in love?

Let us take my best friend for example. She always claims to be in love. In my humble opinion, what she feels is either lust, or someone that can save her from herself. How do I come about these conclusions? Because the guys she “loves” almost always treat her like a side of meat. But lately, there has been an exception. A boy who treats her right, and doesn’t take advantage of her. To be honest, he’s the best thing that could ever happen to her. Now, she has someone who, for once, needs her just as much as she needs him.

This had gotten me to thinking. If my best friend can find love, why can’t I? Perhaps, if I were to let my guard down, love will find me as I find love. So, foolishly I took my guard down. Just for a few days.

My God, I’m stupid.

How? Because my heart is still lying on the floor next to me. Utterly crushed, might I add.

So, this is why I write not of love. I write of sorrow and despair.

~Elle est toujours sans amour~