Maybe love isn’t real [2059]

I don’t have many words to express this feeling… shockingly. But I felt overwhelmed by love that I don’t have, love thats present everywhere, and love that is constantly refused yet selfishly absorbed. I was dumbfounded by the concept of love and just how misunderstood it was and how misunderstood we were by it. This is my understanding (or lack there) of love.

Maybe it’s my imagination but love has been disillusioned. I say this because sometime I feel sad. For being in love with so many things and so many people that it almost feels ridiculous. For being so fragile that a gust of wind could shatter my heart. But sometimes love seems so tainted, so damage by the fragility of humanity that maybe we don’t get it because we don’t deserve it. From the feelings of anger and grief and jealousy. Or the fallacies of ambition and hope and the simplification of happiness. Maybe love is an imaginary thing because sometimes life and emotion bleed into each, ebbing and flowing like water down the drain. Maybe it never existed because we never let it.