Recently, my friends have been trying to convince (lure/tempt/bribe) me back into playing WoW again. And I have to admit its kind of working, the idea of playing WoW again with my friends, like we used to back in the days of high school, does sound really tempting. (I could even pull out my good old WoW Alliance shirt =D) But I feel like there is still something thats still kind of keeping me away from getting back into it… I couldn’t really put this feeling in words. So I felt that I had to go find a graph off the internet to convey what I am feeling.
After some inspiration (or what I’ve come to call “ideas stealing”) I’m going to write this blog entry.
Alright. Here we go. Here is my attempt to write an emo blog entry about an emotion, a feeling, the unexplainable.
Love.
Hokay. okay. alright.
I don’t think there is one way to explain or define what “love” really is, other then starting of by saying that love is something that means something completely different to one person to another. Everyone has their own story. Everyone, to one of their own.
So whats my story? What is my version of love?
For me love is something that you have to believe in. It isn’t something that can be so easily explained. Love is something that can make you feel extremely high! but at the same time, especially if you lose it, it could also make you feel like shit.
This is mostly due to the fact that:
Love is a risk. It is the part of taking chances, gambling everything you have, your trust, your feelings, your past, present and future, everything that defines you as a person.
When we fall in love with someone, we take all the things that scared little kid inside us has hidden, the things that he or she has sealed envelope, in a small box, inside a bigger box, wrapped in a chain, locked with a lock, placed in the darkest corner, covered in dirty clothes, under the bed, in our closet, in our minds.
We take these things, that we took so long to hide and even longer to re-open, and shove it down that someone’s throat, hoping and praying that they can swallow it rather then explode, we want them to turn back to us with a funny smirk and ask for more.
And when we find that one person that takes these things with them, all of a sudden you feel incredibly lighter. A sense of euphoria surrounds the scared little kid in the dark inside, as he or she has finally found someone that they can finally play with. Analogy Queen! p-ch!
Its taking that risk. That’s how it starts… When people say “its better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all” I think you have to keep in mind that this is talking about a love that has passed and not one that has been torn apart. Because in my opinion the worst type of love (the one that hurts the most) is a love that is one sided.
Often people seem to forget the small things about love that makes it so special.
The feeling of not knowing what the hell you are doing with someone, who in your eyes, just seems so perfect.
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