Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?

You know love is a m*f*.


Love lets you get involved without any warnings, sirens or disclaimers about the potential shit you may face in a relationship.
It lets you fantasize about what you want from love and what love can do for you.
It lets you feel safe and assured that the love you give will be returned to you either in the same manner or better.
Love lets you start to dream of what can be--as long as love is a part of it.
It also lets you get so deeply involved that your fantasies about love cloud your vision about what you actually have.


A fantasy.


Love implies that all things surrounded in love will exude love in return.
It gives off an aura that once you stand in that light everything will be alright.
It lets you believe that "all are welcome" like Tangina said on Poltergeist.
All are welcome--to live blindly is this wonderful, breath-taking, explosive, dark, gloomy room that's called love .

No, im not some misguided soul that has turned into a member of the She-ra men-haters club. Im just someone who is fed up with the simple, complicated bullshit that love makes us go through.

I completely believe in love and the power that it holds.
I believe that it's not for the easily swayed or easily played.
It's only for those that have the fortitude to face all that love forgot to warn us about.

Love didn't tell us that asshole, dick and bastard would become our new terms of endearment to replace sweetie, love and baby.
Love didn't tell us that we would cry more times than a hungry child in Africa.
Love didn't tell us that we would say "I forgive you" more times than the combined population of all the 50 states because you didn't spend enough time together and he or she is sorry.
And Love didn't tell us that, because we may be unhappy, we found a way to rationalize why we are waking up naked and sore in someone else's bed.

I believe that love holds an unwavering promise of happiness, closeness, passion and excitement.
I believe that there is someone out there for me.
And that someone will want to love me unconditionally.
And he will sometimes ditch his friends to spend some time with me. and not care what they say.
He'll care to hear about my crazy day at work. even though it's the same story. everyday.
Someone who will automatically grab my hand in a crowd so we arent separated.
Someone who knows that when he kisses me, he isn't just kissing my lips but tasting my soul and what it desires from him.

But today i just ain't feeling that shit.