i’ve been in love before. it’s like a narcotic. at first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. the next day, you want more. you’re not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things. you think about the person you love for two minutes, and forget them for three hours. but then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. now you think about him for three hours and forget about him for two minutes. if he’s not there, you feel like an addict who can’t get a fix. and just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you’re willing to do anything for love. ~pilar in paulo coehlo’s by the river piedra, i sat down and wept
there’s no doubt about it. you’re my hard-habit-to-break. so what? there’s no right and wrong, anyway. only happy things and sad times. and a whole lot of other feelings, including but not limited to pain and anger, in between.
some friends tell me i shouldn’t give in to this kind of addiction because there is no assurance that i would be with just one person forever. happily ever after.
and i say, right you are. we can never be sure if we really are meant to be. but we are happy. and in love. despite and inspite of it all.
to hell with holding back.
i’ve said this before. and i’d say it again.
i don’t want to spend a lifetime doubting our destiny. i want to live making it.
the optimistics say there are no sad endings, only happy ones. if it hurts, that’s because it’s not yet the end.
so, here’s to a moment in time. until our story ends.
hoping you’re my happy ending,