“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.”
Yesterday you were fine, friends and family, they even liked you, understood you. But now you are different, pathetic, not yourself. Not the one you thought you were. Vulnerable, it's impossible, you can't live with yourself. You want to marry and merge and hibernate, yet, they don't understand, they think it's about them, they think you are in love with them, they think it's about them, but they are wrong, this is not the case. You are in love with the two, the couple, the pair, the twins. It's not them, it's us.
You want them to become an us. The We. Our. Not me and mine, or yours and you. You want to get lost in them, and them in you. No them. No you. Be consumed. But they don't understand and you die. You fight yourself because you blew it. You lost yourself. And they didn't loose themselves. You are a fool, you think. Now you can't find yourself. You threw it away to create we - a we. But they don't understand, they think you are in love with them - about them, their self. And so, they start to cry why don't you love me like before? And you cannot say But I do! You cannot say that you still love them because there is no we. There is no us.
- Can you see.
- We think it's all about me.
- But love is not about me, I, you, they, them.
- Love is about an us.
- To love an US people must let go of the ME and learn to protect it.
- In love there is no me.
- In love there is no you.
- To fall in love is to fall from the I.
- And work for the two
- Live with Spirit
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