Eight

Word of advice: When you love someone and you know they love you back, don't let them go. Ever.
  


Take your ass to hell if you have to, enter a lion's den if you must, fight it all, because you know this will only be temporarily.

Hurdles are set up to stop you, tests are given, but through trial and error, relationships grow, you grow.



You feel raw emotions that are shooting at you like powerful bullets.
You fall--sometimes you hit rock bottom.
Slowly pick yourself up.
You learn new things about yourself.
Embrace it.
You're forever changing.

We're human beings and sometimes, love is the only thing that reminds you why you're with that person.

Don't give up.

Put your two cents in, because they are worth fighting for.

That One Summer '12

Love—

At some point, you give into it and let that euphoric feeling get to you. It feels so darn good and unexplainable like scribbled ink on a soft blue paper… The ink however, bled in my case. It turned what used to be the softest blue into the darkest shade of gray.

When you’re inexperienced with love, it’s always going to be hard—hard to let them go.

It all started with that cheesy feeling. You know? That feeling where you like someone? I’ve felt it several times, but this one was different. I gave in because—because he felt worth it. I’m not kidding either, just so you know; I’m not an easy person who gives in. I made it very hard for him to get that close to me. His persistency eventually made me loosen up. And before I even realized it, I was letting him into my world.

Having someone worry to an extreme extent that they’d go crazy or hold you like the world is going to end… It’s an amazing thing. I never once thought that I’d actually fall for it. Fall for him.

Everything was going pretty well; until things started to go downhill.

Our relationship was quickly reaching its peak and it was that breaking point where you get so fed up of their decisions, the way they act, or even the smallest thing they did in the beginning that never annoyed you. It’s that breaking point where you decide if things were meant to be or not be. With so much making up and breaking up, I pulled the plug and thought I could let go after all the shit I’ve put up with.

You know how they say: if you truly love someone, you let them go so they can find their way back. Well, this has erupted a new cycle of the most fucked up thing ever.

I don’t know what defines our relationship any longer.

Friends? Possibly.

Lovers? Can’t deny the feelings.

Strangers? What the world sees.

All the efforts I’ve put in a last trip has ruined my pride and sense of right and wrong. The bleeding ink is beginning to dry up—

The reality is… I’m holding onto something knowing that things won’t be the same again. It leaves me satisfied momentarily, but at the end of the day, I’m lonely. And being lonely has never struck me in the worst way in my life.