If you love and get hurt, love more.If you love more and hurt more, love even more.If you love even more and get hurt even more, love some more until it hurts no more.
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||Juliet's P.O.V.||
I don’t believe in it anymore. I just don’t believe it exists. This thing, intangible thing we call love. It’s a facade in and of itself. Humanity created this stupid idea that we should care so deeply about someone that we should give them ourselves. Its a tragic poem. That also being said; it is assumed that we, ourselves, in nature are good hearted. No. We are not.
We tear each other apart. We lie. We steal, We cheat. We Kill. We destroy everything near and dear to us. We thrive in drama that we create and whine about. But how dare anyone look me in the eyes ever again and use the word love. It is a meaningless mumble. How anyone could ever use that word, or utter it; I don’t even know. Maybe it’s not the fact that it doesn’t exist. I’ve felt it. But maybe the whole constitution behind it, the act of loving someone, and them reciprocating is just a mental mirage in the vast desert of emptiness we call life.
We try to feel things, happiness, anger, depression.. but none of those mean anything either. They are just as evanescent as love. They are fake. All that is real is this empty tortoise shell that we are. And we struggle to find this purpose in life. A reason. There is no purpose. There is No reason. Quit Searching.
Drag your sneakers through this pathetic road we call life, go to your conformist job. Kiss the human sex slave you call your spouse, when you come home. Eat a microwavable TV dinner, Kiss the poor souls you created and drug into this sad world (aka your spawn) and mumble the lying words of “I love you” as you tuck them into bed. Go to your room, and fuck their mother, claiming its making love-I’m sorry, its fucking. Nothing more nothing less. That’s all you are to them anyway, an easy fuck. Some one has already courted, and to quote Beyonce “Put a ring on it”. Someone had pronounced that you two were forever to be sexual slaves to one another. Until death, lets face it.. basically til I get bored to death of you and fuck someone else, or I divorce you, take your house, car and Dog. Selling out my own integrity, and taking your sanity. Thank You.
I have lost faith, and belief that love is what we say it is. We grew up with all these movies, and not one of them braced us for the heartache. The utter pain people endure. The pain I have endured. The confusion, and the fact that it never matters unless the other human is happy. This is love. It’s beautifully painful, and sinfully tragic. I never want to feel it again. I don’t want to feel vulnerable; and give someone everything just to be slapped in the face with it later. I give up.
||Juliet's P.O.V.: Present Day||
"Ugh" Ella, my roommate, grunted loudly from down the hall. Looking up from my laptop I sat there confused. What in God's name was she doing? "Ugh" I heard an even louder grunt this time. Should I go find out what's going on? I don't know if I even want to know. Sighing, I tossed my laptop onto a pillow that was on my bed and climbed off the couch I was sitting on by the window. Walking across the glossy hardwood floors down the hallway, I saw a light streaming out from Ella's bedroom. The closer I got, the more I could hear that she was struggling.
"Ella" I called to her, knocking on the wooden white door. "You okay in there?" I asked her, slightly uneasy. Suddenly the door was swung open. Ella stood there wearing a baby blue dress that went to mid-thigh. Her face showed that someone was wrong. "What happened?" My voice was full of concern.
"I can't get my dress to zip up all the way" She whined, trying to zip the zipper on the side of the dress up the remaining two inches.
"Maybe you got it a size to small?" I pointed out. Ella glared at me as if to tell me to shutup. I would never understand why girls try to fit into things that don't fit. If it fits, fine. If it doesn't, wear a different size. It's just clothing. "At least let me help you" I said, trying to get Ella to stop freaking out. Reluctantly she let go of the dress. grabbing the sides of zipper I pulled them closer together. With a little bit of force I forced the zipper up. Somehow Ella breathed a sigh of relief. If I was in a dress that tight I would not be able to breathe.
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Romeo and Juliet ||A Liam Payne Novel||
FanfictionPeople are in love with the idea of love, more than love itself. The idea of putting all your love into on person, where they can break it at any time sounds crazy. Juliet Davidson had thought she had found the love of her life. After being in a ser...
