You see, it wasn't that complicated after all... After all these years I finally got it... Love is just a play in three acts - nothing more than that

First you're standing in a black pit, feeling awkward, inadequate... But then, here she comes and suddenly, everything's forgotten - the painful memories, the tears you shed so freely, the trouble, with one kiss everything's vanished leaving place to a hope that she's the one.

But inevitably the second act comes, and with it come its thoughts of insecurity, getting each day a bit crazier to lose the one you love. But the more you wanna tie yourself to the object of your love, to your final chance of redemption, the more she stays back.
The more you obsess about losing her, the more grow her own feelings of insecurity. Hence the vicious circle.

As an inevitable result you find yourself back on that narrow, slippery road again, with the only memory of her a smell, a gleam in her eyes, a whisper ' and the unfortunate baggage of wrong decisions and unwarranted paranoia. All of them are just ways to attract you back to that dark pit you thought you had left for good but you may finally belong to.

That's life for you though, riding its valleys and the crests at full speed, but no matter how many times you pretend you're not sick of it, no matter how many times you pretend it's a blast, the everlasting loneliness and silence still wear you down. And when you see a hand holding out for you, someone whispering to you 'you're broken, but I'm broken too', you're good for the third act.

This is the period of the act where you've forgotten all again, where you've forgotten how love can sometimes feel like being a voodoo doll, poked by a thousand invisible needle.
This is where you've forgotten how love sometimes just drains out of your blood like a blood starving vampire. This is the part where you thought you were built out of bricks but you really fell apart as if you were made of straw.

And all that cause you've heard a whisper of 'you're broken, but that's ok'. You've chosen to forget it cause cause no matter how love may hurt at times, no matter how many times you'd rather not feel the pain than loving, despite all the poets say about it, knowing there's someone out there needing your love, craving your touch, knowing at least for a part of the trip you won't have to be alone, it makes it all worth it. Even though deep down inside, you gotta know, you gotta be aware, the first act is just waiting to show its ugly head again.... but in the meantime...

You'll enjoy the company

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