I also wish the idea of love didnt make me sick. Sick in the way the stomach turns over and the imaginary bile reaches the back of your throat. It shouldn’t have such a visceral reaction to such an abstract, hard to place, blanketing emotion-instinctual hybrid. But I guess it’s just like, idk, substantiated under past endurance? I really do not know how to trust someone being someone so confusingly put-together, but is it only because of the resulting over-thought-process that love starting out is simple attraction? But to reject the complexity of emotion and instinct is to simplify the resulting turmoil I find myself in.
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It’s moreso, that I do not know if love is a risk that leaves a guaranteed reward that I may not understand yet as to not understand a love not begotten by lust or predatory intentions. I am unsure even in building myself that I am only building a foretress impenetrable to those willing to be let in to warm the halls, but not knowing the difference between a hearth and a wildfire that has left its ashen mark on the walls in past encounters.