Love is literally just chemicals reacting in your brain. There are people you see who are handsome, or beautiful and gorgeous, who are good looking, who seem perfect. But it is just your mind telling you they are a good mate. And if you are one of the lucky people who can continue to love, to keep that chemical going on, to have an emotion towards it, feel free. But some of us let go of that to grow further, so we aren’t restrained. Call me scientific, call me a party pooper, a robot, a machine. But at the end of the day, who has suffered the most heartbreak, and who has cut that from their lives altogether, so they don’t have to suffer? Me. Maybe you. But in the end, we die alone, and I succumb to this, aspiring for something greater than just a life long mate. I just want to fit in somewhere and make a life. Without heartbreak, or cheating, or fear of rejection. Somewhere where I might be feared, whatever. They stay out of my way, I’ll do likewise. Because people are too complicated for me, and I am too complicated for people. Some things just aren’t meant to be, and society and I are one of those things.
