How’s this going so far?
There is a quote about the impossible and the improbable. Something like, the impossible is more likely to occur than the improbable.
This wasn’t something I could ever wrap my head around properly, but I begin to feel that I can know it better than I can understand it. I could never love again like I did when I was fourteen. No, it couldn’t be, not with the way things turned out, the lessons I learned.
It would be impossible to feel that crazy kind of earth-shattering love.
Hell, it’s not even healthy, right? To love that way.
I donno. I think the human race is by and large confused. Co-dependency is such an awful, awful thing allegedly. I think because we often don’t practice love after we fall in love. But what is it when a couple who has been married 55 years, one dies and the other lasts only a couple of days before dying without their mate?
Co-dependency? The perception is situational.
Maybe we’re too autonomous these days.
Deep, deep down, past all this pride of living independently and ‘surviving’ every hurdle love may have thrown in my direction, I’ve always secretly wished and wanted for someone I couldn’t live without.
In fact, I sincerely believe that this may truly be what the living of life is for, impossible though it may seem at times.