They tell you of racing hearts and hands that find their way to each other as you walk down a stretch. They write poems and ballads about shared laughs and warm embraces. They create movies, showcasing the strength of love …but they never give the whole story.
They never tell you how weak it makes you to love. How vulnerable to know that a person could crush your heart whenever
they so please.
They never tell you of how crazy it could make you, to think of someone so much, until their image in your mind is distorted.
They never speak of that little part of yourself that you hate, that eagerly jumps to do that person’s every whim.
They never say that sometimes you can become such a part of someone that you lose yourself and disappear into the idea of ‘you’ that they think you should be.
They never tell you that love opens you up to an assault that that could leave your heart crippled for years.
They never talk of the possibility of having to forget someone you know so well because that’s the only way the pain will stop.
If they did speak of it, if they did tell us the whole story, would it change anything? Or would we still run into burning buildings? Its only a matter of time before the roof caves in..