Love and Pain
One of the saddest things about love is, that it is almost always accompanied by pain.
The pain of not being able to have someone.
The pain of wanting.
The pain as you see her with someone else.
The pain of being powerless as you watch her walk away.
The pain of knowing you will never be with her.
The pain of dreaming, and then waking up, to reality.
And the most profound thing is, love and romance would not exist without pain.
Pain is what makes love so great. A necessary evil. The act of enduring the pain is a necessary step to experiencing love. And then it dawned upon me, love can never be complete. It will never be complete. It's just the way it is.
The imperfection of love is what makes it bittersweet. Desire, sadness, pain, these are all parts of love.
Yet, with the knowledge of all this pain and suffering we will still crave love.
Like a drug addict, we will never be truly satisfied.