So that’s what it feels like to truly worry. To feel as if the whole world is full of dangers, of evil people lurking in the shadows. To put your complete trust in that person, leaving not a drop for anyone else. To want to let go, but find yourself gripping even tighter. To fear that the person may never come back the same. To dread just sitting there while the person could be in danger. And to be paralyzed when it comes to allaying those fears, because you don’t want to seem possessive and controlling.
So that’s what it’s like to be in love.
i don’t get it, but sounds nice
it’s the wee hours, go to bed, love. You’re far to cryptic when lucid, this is too much. ♥
the wee hours, i’ll agree with yoli, do this to people (well me at least) but in the morning or a phonecall later, it’s nice, isn’t it?
(i’m going to disagree with most or all of that. i used to know that; it was not love, for me at least. maybe love for everyone is different.)