I'm back, after over a year's unannounced hiatus.
Following my last entry, my perception of love messed up and I slipped into an inescapable whirlpool of cynicism that just sucked me in no matter how hard I tried. I had poured all my heart and soul into something, someone, who I had unfailingly believed in; but it suddenly stopped.
My last entry, "When is enough, enough?" was in August 2008. Just a month and a half after that, I found that I found the answer to my own question; I reached the point in my life and relationship I thought I'd never reach. It was quite frightening for someone who'd thought she'd found all sense and direction when it came to her emotions. It was a pivotal moment in my life. It didn't even hurt as much as I'd always thought it would.
I think it was then that I realized that love never stops suddenly, or abruptly. There's always a slight, gradual decline that ultimately destroys everything. You see it, you feel it, you know it's there; but you don't want to believe it. You live in denial till one day it's just, over.
So now I'm back, clarity re-instilled.
Love is different for each and everyone of us; but I wanna figure it out.
It's something that we all wanna understand at some point in our lives, isn't it?
