everyday there is love. but some days i'm hiding.

sunday 9th february 2003 @ 00:23

i've added this before. i found it earlier in dusty pages and it followed me in twisting circles until i listened. indecision is awkward and i delay making choices that involve emotional consequences. tomorrow is another day.

"Have you ever been in love?

Horrible isn't it?

It makes you vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defences. You build up this whole armour, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love."

Neil Gaiman