[[ THIS ACTUALLY DOESN'T SAY WHAT I MEANT IN FULL. I HAD TROUBLE FINDING PROPER WORDS TO CONVEY IT ALL BUT I SUPPOSE WITH THINGS THIS DEEP IT ONLY MAKES SENSE THAT WORDS ARE IMPOSSIBLE ]]
There is a girl I knew once, a very long time ago. It was seventh grade. She moved away, but we talked sometimes.
She's dead now. She left behind so many people, but what I can't help thinking about the most is that she had a girl she loved with her whole heart, just like I do, and now the one she loved is left on this Earth without her.
The greatest honor one can do to the dead is to take care of the living, to never forget, to learn from it. So why, then, would I give up the one I love, who loves me as well? How does that make sense.
I can't explain the bond I have with her. Everytime I try to explain it gets interpretted wrong, so I'll try this one last time and if it still seems completely senseless there isn't really anything I can do.
When I say I love her it isn't just words. In fact, there are no words. "I love you" is not enough anymore. It doesn't dig deep enough. There's a bond that's been there forever......why else would I be right back where I started, after two years? After being ripped apart, after thinking I hated her, after trying to forget, WHY would I find my way back to her and be completely at home? Nothing that profound is ever coincidence.
This isn't something hollow. This isn't "like". I'm not a parasite. I'm not a leech. I'm not dependent upon her for happiness. She is part of my happiness. She makes me complete. She's that special someone. She is the only one in this life who truly needs me. She knows me the best. She's seen the deepest into me of anyone. I won't find anyone else like her in this lifetime. I won't find anyone else who loves me like she does, and I'm not saying that because I hate myself or I think no one loves me at all, I say it because I KNOW with every fiber of my being that it's true. So remind me again why I should let go. Remind me why I should give up that treasure. That is the fool's move. To let go of true love is to let a part of your soul fly away with the wind.
So try arguing with me again. I'm not crazy, people just lack understanding of how I work.