#personal...

You don't know how it happened, really. One night, while high and distressed, you ended up sending an hour-long voice message to a total stranger...and they listened to the whole thing. The relationship is odd because you aren't really friends, but they respond to every message, and wait for you to talk again. When you talk to them, you realize how you really feel about everything, your addiction included, in a way you don't from venting via text...and quickly form an addiction to seeing them.

:/

Love shouldn't be a distraction, not from one you lost in the past, it should be joyful, full of hope that lasts. Love should be a purpose, a joy that doesn't end, a happiness that gives you your fill and then keeps giving. Love should feel always new, and always willing to forgive. Love should be. Let it. It will rudely barge into your life when you don't expect it, tidy up the place, then when you realize all is for the better because of it, it will fly from you, and you'll wonder how you'll ever catch it again, or how you'll clean up the mess of feelings and memories that it left in it's wake, happy memories that seem so sad in its absence; a sad soundtrack of happiness and beauty broken before your very eyes. The music of your laughs and intimacy seem to haunt your ears, and the places you were together seem to dance with the ghosts of your pasts. Love is fleeting and kind, cruel and eternal. It makes us feel things we never knew, and takes them away after a while, leaving you wanting more, knowing it's possible, but never in the same way. Love is changing, love is fickle. Love is a deadly sort of life. It will make its return, eventually. Love should be, and it always will.