Jammin' to: Taking Back Sunday *Set Phasers to Stun*
What is love? Is it a true, tangible thing? Or just real? And why do we have to fall in love with guys, when the majority of them are assholes?
But that's not the point of this.
Maybe the question is not what is love, but why do we fall in love, sometimes only to fall back out? What's the point of it all? Most of all, though...why must we fall in love with men who are -- er -- otherwise engaged? All it does is cause us pain. As much as we love him, it will never happen, because he's hopelessly devoted to someone else. Yes, that should be enough to stop the feelings (and thereby stop the pain) but love is stronger thant that. Even if we find someone else, the feelings never really subside. They'll always be there. As much as we want the pain to go, it just enver will. We'll do our damnedest, but nothing doing. Just deal with it, and hope -- either that something will come of it, or that it will simply vanish.
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