Love N Pain

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Love is a controlling, rather, a confusing sentiment. It is a storm of its own, a calming wind and an abrupt disaster. Does anyone ever get it right? I feel unraveled by a love that seems to have gotten the best of me. Did I not try hard enough; did I give up too easily? Was it meant to be, or doomed from the start? I know I meant well, but rarely do things go as I plan them. Through all its turmoil, its rollercoaster experience, I believe it was the deepest that I've ever felt. Though our love affair didn't last long in length there was that period of time where we refused to let the other go completely, I'm still stuck. I know the best situation, but there's that part of me that somehow believes I can fix this, it can be whole again. But I'm only lying to myself when I know that it will never again be what it once was. Why do we lie to ourselves and give ourselves false hope? Is it guilt for letting go, the first time? They say love hurts, but I believe the broken confuse love with pain; love is love, beautiful and kind, it's pain, pain hurts.