They get mad at me when I write about you, but what will they matter to me when they are no longer around and a younger version takes their place. You knew that this would eventually happen, and as much shit as I would give you for continuously bringing it up it is now something that consumes parts of my daily thoughts.
Asking ourselves questions about the things we want to know more about is how we learn. Asking ourselves questions about ourselves is how we grow.
I’ll be candid with you because I know that you come here. There is someone that I care about profoundly, not because I like to care profoundly about just anyone, but simply because she makes me smile a lot, and laugh. Up until a few days ago I felt guilty about this happening to me. I felt that I didn’t give you enough time to recover or enough time to break out of your darkness, but I needed that high once again.
Most people are addicted to something in this construct. Some, well, they are addicted to drugs, and then you have others that are addicted to sex, and then others that are addicted to alcohol, and then you have the pill poppers, and then you have the misery-lovers, and then you have the lovers who are only addicted to love above anything else.
What if, before we got here, we were all in heaven hanging around and we all knew one another? And, what if, in heaven, we all got to decide who we would fall in love with when we came down? We got to choose the souls that we would love because we already knew that we could love them…
I know that you were a diversion. I know that you were part of this construct’s master plan to throw me off, but I also know that it could never do so because I am way too strong. I guess what I am saying there really is that you were not as strong as I thought you were, but that was not your fault—it was mine.
Falling in love is the remedy to everything. Forgetting things that no loner exists is the answer I have been looking for.