So, here goes to nothing.
What I am going to write about here, is probably something I can’t explain myself, but all that I’ve got to say is,
Despite believing in ‘it’s just a phase’ crap and all that ‘time heals wounds’,
Some wounds leave a mark.
A mark that reminds you every day how IT has changed YOU.
How YOU have changed for it.
Now, it is easy to say that, one only has power over you, when you give that one the power, but I tell you one doesn’t always need to hand out the power to someone because sometimes by the time you realize that the power is gone, you’re usually trapped in the state of haze where you know that taking that power back will ruin everything, everything that looks and feels perfect.
And the worst part? Not taking the power back will impair you, emotionally and ironically in physical way too.
Too messed up to understand yeah?
But, here’s the thing;
Everyone now and then in your life, you might meet someone so perfect that you lose your power to so easily, it feels almost natural. As if, it was meant to be.
And that my love is probably the most messed up thing that can happen to you, at least as I experienced.
Because, when that person suddenly leaves, you end up emotionally impaired.
You refuse to fill up that space because you don’t want to feel that again and there goes the cycle of staying impaired.
Something you can’t really fix not because you don’t know how to, but because by the time you want to change something about that feeling,
You’ve probably already become so comfortable with feeling of the wedge in the emotionality, that a change simply feels to scary to try out.