#needingrest

It's hard to have someone understand the feelings of being hurt or betrayal in the sense of love. Especially if they've NEVER felt a fraction of what you felt before. If they've never been put through what you've been put through. And the fact that you're the type of person that has had all of this bullshit done to them by men/women they've loved and cared about, and you're still able to love another and trust another being as your significant other. Strong enough to not let the bullshit crush you, change you, ruin you. People who haven't had their heart put to the test and passing the test, don't have the heart to fight. Then there comes a time where you're thinking, what's the point in bothering with love? It ends up being shitty someway, somehow. The old feelings of hurt and pain rush back into the present someway, somehow. Then there comes a time where you remember why you never gave up on love. And that reason is, you deserve love. Good love. The kind of love that has you happy and missing the person you're with when you're busy with your life at 3 in the afternoon. Not the kind of love that has you up all hours of the night missing that person it didn't work out with. Where you're questioning, wracking your brain as to why this person doesn't treat you amazing when you treat them nothing less than that. Then, there comes that final time where you realize that you're just tired..... I'm tired.