Lust > Love

I suppose it's all fun and games until feelings get into it.

Lust. Love.

The former.

You are horny, you see someone attractive (for me attraction is about the mind as well as the physical features). You want them. You want to screw them, fuck them, make love to them, have sex with them. However you want to put it. It's good. It fulfills you. You go on living life and doing your thing. It's simple. It's easy. Nobody gets hurt.

So then what comes with the latter?

What comes with Love?

Understanding. Companionship.

Something beautiful. A sensation that in my opinion, no written word could really ever describe. Especially anything I may write. Just the thought of that person makes your heart smile.

Their actions, the way they laugh, their movements, the way they speak, the things they say. Their characteristics.

Their everything.

It all sounds so amazing. But unfortunately, there is an awful flip-side.

What else comes with it?

It can make you go crazy.

What if love breaks down? What if one person doesn't feel the same way as the other person?

What if you love someone and they don't love you back?

Hurt, anger, jealousy. Worthlessness?

Pain. Sheer fucking emotional pain.

How would YOU feel if that happened to you? How would you feel if the person you loved didn't care about you? That they didn't even acknowledge your existence?

Imagine if you love someone and they were with someone else. Imagine them being kissed, touched, fucked by that someone else. Imagine them not even caring about your feelings.

Would you feel betrayed? But how can it be betrayal if they don't care about you and never did? If they don't feel the same about you and never did? It's not even fucking betrayal.

Each person is different. Some are strong. Some can move on.

Others suffer. Others become miserable. They feel like there is no point. They don't want to exist anymore. They want to be dead. How can this happen?

What if you loved someone and you had to let it go but you could never let it go? No matter how hard you tried? Give it time some say. No. That doesn't always work.

The emptiness.

No matter what you do, you can't stop thinking about them? You can't stop crying, shaking, trembling.

Are you supposed to just ache forever? What do you fucking do??

Lust. Love.

I choose the former.