"I believed in the purest form of love there is. Something which only existed in movies. Others read what I wrote and felt uplifted. They called it beautiful. But it was just my life. I believed it. All of it. And it made me better. I wrote better. I worked better. All the things that love was supposed to do for you.
And then you told me it wasn't love…
Love is just a package to be sold and purchased.
We feel things and we think it's love.
But maybe it's just a good salesman.
Thank you for helping me to find my voice. For letting me create this world for us to exist. It wasn't real. But I was happy. Although I no longer believe in love, I believe in myself. And that's all I need to keep going."- lulu
Saturday, January 28, 2012
love letter
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You know this is only going to last till the next guy, right. We all do it. We get hurt, we promise not to get sucked in again, to be more cynical, practical, and then cute little bartender wants to know if you'd like to go to a gig with her and suddenly you're planning weddings and writing haikus upside down. Nothing wrong with it, just wish I knew how to make it stop.
I know the pain will fade with time. I know the relationship was full of deep and ugly flaws. All the same it's a great disappointment that I find myself trying to mentally and emotionally sort through.
I hope it does pass with "the next guy". I really do. But this wasn't a fling or a passing phase. This was my best friend of twelve years. You don't just forget that. Well, maybe he did... but don't think I can compartmentalize my feelings like that.
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