What Kind of Love Do We Really Want?

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We want a love that consumes us more than a love that makes us feel comfortable and secured.

— I actually just commented this on my darling Jayde’s latest post. As I wrote this to her, it also felt like I was talking to myself. The two of us, Jayde and I, besides being the bestest of friends and having the same qualities and desires in life, we are also experiencing the same thing with our romantic relationship. Despite that, we both know that we can get through this. We have each other, and we help each other get back on our feet. ❤

I LOVE YOU ALWAYS, JAYDE.

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Season of Despair

I still think of you and long for you every now and then…so much so that it makes me feel like four seasons have already passed without me realizing. I have never noticed the first drop of snowflakes in the winter, and the first bloom of flowers in the spring. I have never had a chance to feel the warmth of the Indian summer light cascading through the pavement, and to witness the falling of the first autumn leaves. How could I let this pass and focus on something that has never done me any good? I have been so engrossed on the idea of loving you and being loved by you that I forgot to appreciate the passing of the four seasons. This season of despair I am currently in has to end soon. You’re not worth it. No, you’re not worth it all.

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Why Come Back?

Eternal winter.:
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Some people change overnight. They get popular, move to a new place, forget their old friends, and focus on making new friends and establishing connections. When things don’t work out, they change overnight [again]. They get unpopular, go back to their hometown, reunite with their old friends [who have never forgotten them], and focus on recuperating from their misfortune. When things don’t go the way you want it to, why do you always go back? Why do you want to forget things that make you learn your lessons? If you always forget where you come from, why do you still bother coming back? Why do you only remember where you come from when things don’t go as planned?
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Summer Love

“We can’t possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name’s become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It’s a sad season of life without growth…It has no day.” 
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise