i wanted to believe in all the
words that i was speaking as
we moved together in the dark.

what is love?
is it buying flowers and remembering anniversaries? is it being able to lay around with the person and still feel fufilled? is it being able to be naked in front of them and not care? is it knowing what is good for the person, even if they dont know it themselves? is it being able to be together every day without getting bored? is it getting fights but always coming back to eachother? is it being able to be with eachother, and have fun, without saying one word? when in reality, there probably is just nothing to talk about?

i dont agree w/ any of that. if anything, i dont see one relationship around me that isn’t completely, absolutely, the most ridiculously suffocating thing ever. fighting, but then “having” to go back to the person? forgiving cheating? making the person feel bad for actually having something other than them? sex everyday, and not knowing their favorite color? you love one person, but really want to be with someone else? not having the courage to walk away. dealing w/ crap after you really dont want to deal with it anymore. having to carry 2 sets of problems on your shoulders? “i love him, but i dont know if its right for me anymore?”

if that is love, then please, count me out.