Love is so
complicated. That’s what I get from I don’t know how many people. I say I don’t
know how many coz I clearly haven’t been updating a recorded statistic. But if
I was to do that, probably the number would outdo those statistics pages.
I think I
got a little overwhelmed there. Love is not complicated really. It’s the
easiest thing ever. You know what makes it complicated? Yes, we make it become
complicated when we allow other people the chance to come at the centre of the
relationship.
Call It Baggage
Slowly, we
push away the people we love and as our human nature effects, the guilt begins
to eat us up. Slowly adding onto the pile of baggage we already have. What
really makes love a complicated affair is not the baggage we carry but the refusal
to fix ourselves and lighten the loads we carry. And just like that, we move
onto the next one thinking it’ll mysteriously dissolve our baggage. Damn,
aren’t we wrong most times?
We need to
fix ourselves. If someone is willing to help you, I don’t see why you should
refuse because what do you have to loose other than yourself? So, let them take care of you. I mean, don’t
complicate things further than they already are.
Let’s Explore More....
I told her
love is easy. It’s a mathematical matter with equations that can be solved
without necessarily looking for ‘y’ and ‘x’. One plus one is two. But she still
wants to complicate it all. She brought in ‘a’ and ‘b’ before we even found ‘x’
and ‘y’.
How could I
tell her that it didn’t matter? I didn’t want her to dwell on these fucking
equations. But, she pushed me away instead. I wanted to help her. At least the
sooner we solved these mysterious, the sooner we’d focus on us. She would be
better and she would be mine.
But, love
as we make it isn’t easy and here I am begging someone to let me take care of
them when all I get from them is that I don’t care. Ouch!
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