Heartbreak Kid

So, I'm listening to John Mayer's "Dreaming With a Broken Heart" and I have to say I do agree that when you're dreaming with a broken heart, waking up is the hardest part because you have those memories that are carved deep in your mind and there's a rush of these memories as they forcefully leave their very distinct--yet vague-- imprints on your heart.

Doesn't that hurt more than not remembering at all?

Love is such a commanding aspect of our lives right from birth. At any point in our lives, love is an ingredient that's especially important in shaping the way we live. Along with food, water, physical and intellectual stimuli, love is essential for growth and happiness.

Now I don't mean just the love we get from boyfriends or girlfriends. I mean love in general--from our parents, siblings, children and significant others. 

Love completes us and it is a substituent in the equation of our purpose on Earth. I believe God created me and I believe he created the people in my life so that I have a non-material substance that allows me to keep living. I think God allows us to love so we can know how much he truly loves us.

Love is such a beautiful thing and as comfortable the unconditional love you have/get from your family and friends is, many people want that spousal love that they feel truly completes them. Sometimes I wonder if I know what that love is. I think I might have been in love once but it's so hard to tell. Is there a time limit? Is there a standard? Is it just a feeling?

Can you really call it love if you have a hard time admitting it in front of other people? There's a profound battle in my mind about this "thing" (for lack of a better word) called love... I hope I am able to truly be confident in my belief one day..

Until next time...

Zenag