the time between meeting and finally leaving

Is sometimes called "falling in love." (Lisa Loeb)


Sometimes, no matter how hard you try and guard your heart, you just fall. If you’re lucky enough (or truly blessed), you are loved in return. If not, well.. Perhaps you know how that feels.

Sometimes, when your heart breaks, you almost feel physically incapable of breathing. You feel the silent squeeze of your lungs as they try to crush your heart; your poor heart beginning to feel cold as it follows this unbearable suffocation.

Sometimes you want something so bad even if you’re not meant to have it, and that’s the definition of lust.

Sometimes you have to give up something you want so much in hope of something better (hence the “marshmallow theory”). Even if you acknowledge this and you decide to follow it (despite your heart telling you otherwise), it doesn’t necessarily mean you want to.

Then again, that’s why you give it up. Because you’re hoping for something far better – something more than table scraps and leftovers. You risk the pain because you know you’re worth more than that. That you are a princess. That you are meant to be pursued and not the other way ‘round. That anything less is unworthy of your time. And your tears.

But that doesn't stop them from falling anyway.