"Why are people always so interested in messing up love? Their own love, other people's love. It's like people can't stand anybody to really love something - especially another person. They want to provide you all the reasons why maybe you shouldn't, they want to warn you, try to talk you out of it. To ruin it any way they could.
didn't the bible say love one another?
didn't the bible say forgive and forget?
I thought people were scared to death of love. Scared to give it. But even more scared to get it. ... Love made me think playing hot pottato. If you caught it, you tried to get rid of it as fast as you could - it was like nobody wanted to end up holding on to it." -As Hot. As It Was You Ought To Thank Me
There once was an optimistic girl. She held out hope for finding someone to love her back, they way she loved people. Not too much. Not too little. Just the right amount, that she thought was acceptable. But this was a problem. Every time she thought she found someone, they loved parts of her, or none of her at all. There were the few occassions where it seemed like holding out hope paid off, but in the end, people turned in to psychopaths or liars. She tries so hard to be what people want her to be, just so she can feel accepted, and yet the harder she tries, the more people get turned off. So she tries being herself, and people are more in to her, but she does not feel the same connection. She wants so desperately to find someone, she has her up and down moments, but always in the end she looks the same. Stupid. She wants to know exactly how guys feel about her, but she will never know, because she's not trusting enough to show what she's hiding first. This girl will search for a long time, for just one person, but it's unknown if she'll find someone. At least not yet.
Escape is an idea. There is only once solution, that most people in this world are too selfish to even try and obtain and escape from their problems. Usually your problems involve somebody else. Because they are annoying, or they broke your heart, or they backstabbed you. And for the rest of your life, even if you forget about this problem completely because "you're the bigger person" you never really escape it. Everyone once in a while, when a song plays, or when you walk past someone with the same cologne, you remember the person you once were friends with, maybe even closer than that, and you remember why you are no longer speaking.
There is one solution to be offered for your problems. The solution requires absolute sincerity and concentration. You cannot fake the solution, even to fool other people, because the solution is for your own peace of mind, which cannot be fixed if you fake it. You must forgive. If someone is annoying, accept them in your heart. If someone broke your heart, except their apology and do not hold anger towards them. If someone stabbed you in the back, forgive them, and move on.
Here's the catch, if you forgive, this does not mean everything has to go back to the way it was before, and in fact, it most likely will not. The solution entails that in your hearts there is no hate/anger/jealousy/hurt on either side, and you can act like civil human beings without any awkward moments.
But, if you are the author of the crime, do not expect immediate forgiveness. You most likely will not get it, unless it's for something petty. Give them their space, and let them come to you with a clear heart.
Behind forgiveness is the promise of a clear, unburdened heart. A true one. Not one that requires covering up, but one that can float away into the sky, carried by love, because their is no hate to hold it down.
"The thunder was insistent, like door knocking that would not let up. It seemed about making us let something inside-and we didn't want to. We refused, the early thunder was almost polite, distant and just as comfortable as hearing your name called at suppertime. But the later thunder had lost all patience, given up on convincing us and decided to threaten us, like a maniac who'd knock the door down by banging his head against it if he had to. It made me understand that we don't always get to decide what we let in and what we keep out. A door is just an idea."
Let me go. Don't make me hold on to my memories of you, with such a grip that I miss the new chances of happiness flashing before me. Let me go. Let my conscience know that I can move on from you. Let me go. Release your tight grip on the song I listened to most during that time we were acquainyed, and let me enjoy it again. Let me go. Allow me to trust again, and move on with my life, instead of always standing in the back of my mind, with that cute smile and big brown eyes, whispering, "what if.." scenarios and "It could've been better with me.." play-by-plays. Let me go. Let me be free of your poisonous love.
The trouble with heartche is that you trust both your heart and your brain to give you the correct answer, because both have been right before. Your brain tells you something bad could happen, being the pessimist, and your heart tells you something good could happen, being the optimist. You're stuck between positive and negative. And neither the brain nor the heart have lied to you before, although they may have been incorrect. But in the middle of it, you can't remember who's been right the most. Are you afraid of what could happen, or of not knowing what could've happened?