that crazy little thing called love. that idea that two people can be completely immersed in each-other 99% of the time and still want to be near them. that couple that can go out, be the envy of every one in the room, have the time of their life, then go home and fuck each-other with an incomprehensible chemistry that they know they can’t find with anyone else. the type of connection that makes them best friends, and in the best cases almost melts the two together.
it’s that connection that never lasts, or is faulty, or one person fucks up.
not because people suck or guys suck or girls suck.
i think it;s because people live to long. they find out every single flaw and highlight and nothing’s as interesting as it was.
eventually it gets to you. and eventually someone fucks up. and eventually someone gets hurt.
falling in love is the most beautiful thing. and heartbreak can kill you.