“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ” Maybe we should be just friends ” turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
Source: The Sandman by Neil Gaiman
Horrible it may be, but love is also one of the most intense and memorable emotion we will ever experience in our lifetime. That is, if we are lucky enough to find it. It’s hard to believe that there could be anyone in the world who has not ever been madly and crazy in love with anyone but I guess anything is possible.
Love does hurt… even in the throes of it when you would think you should be ecstatic, it hurts. It hurts in a good way. It hurts in a physical kind of way. It lets us know we’re alive and living. Most people don’t expect it, but love in it’s true form subsides and settles into a comfortable lull. This is really the best phase and if you can prolong it, it makes it all the better. But, we’re human and we’re wont to always want for more. We start thinking love must have expired because your chest is not exploding and your stomach has stopped roiling. So you go looking elsewhere for that initial high. And when one of you gets to this unease first, then the ending is as painful as the beginning. You do feel like you’re being ripped apart, that you’re dying and your world is coming to an end.
That’s love… ride it out though. It gets better. You’ll eventually get back up again and yes, you’re still breathing. Your chest feels like it’s been pummeled but it gets more like its old self before long and you go on. You continue…
Then you turn a corner one day and there, love is waiting for you and the ride starts all over again. You eagerly jump on and this time around you’re a little smarter. You remember the ride that was but you know the scenery is totally different this time around. Sit back and enjoy it and when you get to the part where it plateaus, maybe you’ll be smart enough to not jump off this time and ride it out.