10:43pm
I love being in love. Yet, being in love doesn’t always ends you up happy. There are different situations wherein you can completely say you are happily in love. It may be, you’re in a relationship and you are happily in love with each other. Or, you’re heart beats faster than its normal beat because of this person, that though he doesn’t know whether you exist or not, still can make you smile throughout the day. Yes, being in love may be the best feeling in the world. But, too much is not good, as they say. Instances are, one may get too possessive. Obsessed? Sure. I don’t know much about it. I searched on the internet for the meaning it possess and here what it says: “emotions and experiences related to a sense of strong affection and attachment. The word love can refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from generic pleasure to intense interpersonal attraction. The word love is both a verb and a noun. Love is not a single feeling but an emotion built from two or more feelings. Anything vital to us creates more than one feeling, and we also have feelings about our feelings (and thoughts about our feelings). This diversity of uses and meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, even compared to other emotional states. As an abstract concept, love usually refers to a deep, ineffable feeling of tenderly caring for another person." So that’s how it is defined in the web. But for me, love is simply the feeling for someone or something important to you. You know you’re in love when you care so much, when you always think of that certain person. I'm not a love expert, but everyone for sure has their own definitions of love.
I love someone. I care for someone. But, I can’t tell why I get overly jealous. I became possessive, to the point that he even called me selfish. That hit my ego, and I’m hurt. I admit, I get selfish at times that I become immature and irrational. But that doesn’t change what I feel for that someone. I understand where he is coming from. But I couldn’t stop to rant, rant, and more rant. People around him, I know, they pity him for having me as his girl. I can’t really change. May be it for the better, no, I just can’t do it. I’m trying but he’s not really helping me. I hate myself more and more.
I love being in love. But not this way….
