In my
desperation to feel emotions that I thought I didn’t have anymore; in my
desperation to feel these emotions, these feelings, I had my ego bruised. And it
felt worst than a heartbreak, actually. Because I thought I had gotten to that
point where I felt I was comfortable enough to open up and allow somebody in.
Cause I thought I had gotten to that point where, I thought I was strong
emotionally to be able to handle any jabs, any hurdles only to be stopped in my
tracks by a mere response dripping in nonchalance.
You see, I am an
addict. An addict of love; the feeling of falling and being in love fascinates
me and ensnares my soul. When I got my heart broken a year ago, I absolutely
thought that was the end for me. I thought it was over. I practically lost
myself during that phase in my living and it took every ounce of my strength to
pull myself out of that rut.
A year later, here we are, again, at the
beginning of another episode.
After guarding
my precious blood pumping organ, and protecting it even from my own folly, I
felt my walls start to crumble; because someone was tugging at my strings. I
let them tug. I let them tug because I liked that feeling, because at that point
I was elated, because there, I knew I wasn’t dead inside. I let my guard down,
so fast, that by the time I knew it, I was trying to pick up what little piece
was left of my heart.
How did that
happen? How did I not see that coming? How? How? How?
It was then, I
realized that, I had guarded myself way too much; to the point that I deprived
myself of feeling. In the process of protecting myself from hurting, I had
created a loop hole which allowed for me to be hurt. Because when I
experienced the tiniest bit of emotion, the flood gates opened and drowned me;
blocking all sense of reason.
That loop hole
shamed me. It shamed me because I thought… I thought I was strong enough. I
thought I had gotten to a point in my existence where I could face these feelings
head on. But you see… I enjoyed that shameful feeling, albeit fleeting. It
opened up that sense of longing that was tucked away under the blanket, like a
baby put to bed. It made me long for the days when I would wake up to a
message. The days where I knew, somewhere, someone was thinking about me and
experiencing the same pitfalls in their stomach.
I want those
days back.
Scared is not a
good enough word to describe the feeling I battle whenever the thought of
seeing anyone, with the intention of having a romantic relationship crosses my
mind. Yet still, I long for that. This war of emotions, majority of the time,
leave dark patches of depressed feelings all over my brain. And these feelings
go ahead to cement that fear that I have been battling with for almost a year.
Love in and of
itself, is a luxury I cannot afford, but I feel I have every right to own. But
then again, I’m in this state of mind where the only things that concern me at
my age are CONSISTENCY, STABILITY, RESPECT and LOYALTY. If you cannot afford to
give me these, keep moving.
This post first appeared on redhairedgurrl
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