The insecure are usually drawn to the ones more insecure than themselves. Intimacy becomes the reason for them to stick around, & they cover it with the word love to the most vulnerable that’s trying to find it. The dust from the initial fire starts to settle, but no one’s trying to settle for a fire that dies. They don’t know how to tell you that you don’t ignite them like you used to. You never did. The idea of intimately having you was enough until they did, and they called it love. It was love until the idea of someone else became more intriguing, more exciting, and more mysterious. It was never love. It was always lust. You were merely an overwhelming ****** inclination. No one else should ever be considered fascinating if you’re in love. It shouldn’t even be an idea. Find the one with the soul of a vast forest, to correspond to your match & gasoline. Love should feel like the fire that touches one branch and suppresses in minutes. The very magnanimous love that makes you feel alive rather than exsanguinous. Don’t hold onto anything that leaves you with boundaries. You’re both meant to love so much more.
-irasol.losari