Thoughts

They say it ain’t true love if you don’t feel pain. Not that love equates to pain, but the feeling when you feel somehow connected to someone without being physically with them and you feel horrible because of it. That burdened feeling in your chest, phantom in nature, but feels absolutely real. Why are humans capable of this kind of emotion? What is its purpose in the most primitive sense of our existence? How do we make use of it when sometimes its the very reason that drives us to do messy things? Is there a kind of switch inside us that we can just flip to shut this sentiment off?

My mind tells me to let go, but my heart stubbornly insist to hang on. And I’m caught in the middle of this. Desperately wanting to get off and move on while still longing and yearning for the love that will never be mine.

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