Is love supposed to be so complicated as to bring out all these thoughts of betrayal and hate? To make a person as if they are second best? To push someone to edge? Or to the point of suicide?

If so, why do we continue to love?  Why do we continue to love the person who has made us become this way?

Is it the fact that we cannot get them out of our head? Or maybe because the fact that we love them and has burned their very incense of life into us? That we have had that need, that longing for them for too long, that it is far too permanent to git rid off?  Too impossibly embedded within us.. within our brains.. Within our hearts.. Within our souls.. That we could never let it go no matter how hard we tried. No matter how much we wanted it to.  No matter how badly we yearned for it to disappear. Pulling at us. Drowning our every thought or relinquish.  Destroying any hope of ever being free from his burden.

More so, this feeling of anxiety and wanting.. Of happiness and pain.. Of life and death.

Is to love someone to be jealous of anyone and everyone who touches them? Or sees them? For your one dieing wish is to be that they are happy and safe? That you would do anything for them?. Kill for them.. Die for them.. Murder yourself for them.

If this is love. Then there really is no difference in love and war.

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