Sometimes I look around and I wonder if I’ve ever truly been in love… There are times I feel so disconnected when it comes to my emotions for the opposite sex but I’m sure others wonder, how can that be?
I wonder the same myself. How is it that I can constantly write about love but feel like I’ve never been in it? As I look through my writing I realize that every poem, quote and short story I have that talks about love never ends with a happily ever after. It’s more about love lost or a new “love” coming into the picture after heartbreak and betrayals or… It could be that I’m addicted to the idea of love and that’s why ever little spark I’ve felt with someone I’ve just ran with it without really putting myself into what love truly was. Thinking that maybe if I continued to write about it that those fairytale endings that I dream so much about would magically appear on the paper and manifest into my life.