i've been told that true love exists, and to be very honest i get a bit soft when it comes to romance stories. but i've also been asked why i don't find happiness with those who i am able to have it with. And that's where it gets complicated. "Don't you love him?" they ask, "Don't you think you two would be great together?" The funny thing is, yes. i do love him, yes, i know we would be great together. but the die hard truth is that when i look at him, i see happy contentment. and though to some people that may be a good thing because it maps out the perfect match. to me it only means:
the perfect friendship.
love is not supposed to be contentment. love should not be settling for who you know you'll be happy with. love is risking life and limb for the person you know you'll never be able to go on without. love should be a risk, it should make you smile, make you laugh, make you transcend into bittersweet blissful joy, but also make you angry, and make you cry. it should rip at your heart and tear insides and it should be scary, it should be frightening and an adrenaline rush. but if it's not. then there is no worth to it.
if it's not...you'll continue to ask yourself: why?
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