Is it just me, or is everything regarding love unbearably intense?
No matter which end of its spectrum you take a look at,
you're left in a daze
Whether dealing with crippling heartbreak
or a rush of sweet endearment,
it's up to you to find a way through the labyrinth.
There's just so much emotion that can course through
your  veins,
your  mind
your  heart  and  soul
it's hard to grasp the reality of the concept
that gravity is ever present
but still every
single
one
of
us
falls.
And yet
we embrace it.
This love that we find
and manage to scrounge up
into existence
and for some unknown reason
hope that it's reciprocated
because
what is love
if we are not loved?
With love,
it's not common that you see someone
unconditionally loving another
without wishing
wanting
dreaming
hoping
that they love them in return
but in many cases
the hope is all for naught.
Even in the midst of dangerous waves of rejection,
we force ourselves to believe
that somehow, some day
our efforts will be successful
that we will find the one,
that special someone
with whom we can spend the rest of our days with.
The fact that we all feel incomplete
and struggle about in the darkness
without some form of it,
that our structure
our frame of consciousness
has no stability without it,
the fact of the matter is that
it could very well be the epicenter of everything we do
and that to me is so incredibly intense.
We force ourselves to believe that it will all be worth it.
Because it is worth it.
Love is worth the intensity,
whether I can grasp that concept or not.