"There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable." - C.S. Lewis
So I guess I'm a pretty vulnerable person then. Because I love far too quickly and care far too deeply. I care so much that I even still care about people who apparently now hate me (*cough*A*cough*) and get swept away.
I'm a romantic, I can't help it.
I go and read LGMH and I can't help but want that. Someone that would get the two of us on there.
But every time I think I find it, something steps in and destroys it. Last summer, with B; the last few months with A...I really thought I had found it. Thought that my searching was over for a while, I could take a break and fall back into something comfortable and relaxing.
I've realized that with A, none of it was really relaxing at all. He drained me, emotionally and mentally. I couldn't deal with the constant up and down, even though I tried to convince myself that I could. Imagine loving someone who may or may not feel the same way in the morning? Yeah, it's exhausting. Now imagine that the same person is pretty much bipolar, just won't go and get the official diagnosis. Makes it even worse
With B, though, the relaxing was real. Everything went slow and comfortable and it was like we were best friends before we were anything else. And then I went on that stupid trip, and...yeah, it all got way better while I was gone, and then it came crashing down around me.
I wish we could get back to that, somehow. Even though I know it'll never happen.