Kaisamimmi

Love shouldn’t consist of waiting around to hear from the person you care infinitely about. That’s the worst. Sitting by your phone, waiting on pins and needles for something – anything from them. The phone might vibrate, but it’s beyond disappointing when it turns out to be a text from somebody else. It aches your heart to know that they’re somewhere out there, completely unfazed by your absence. We can convince ourselves that the subpar phone service failed to deliver our lover’s text, or prevented their call – but we know the chances of that are slim. And sure, we could just contact them, but when you initiate conversations regularly, it’d be nice to have that attention reciprocated. Love shouldn’t feel like being wide-awake until 3am; wishing, hoping, praying for a measly phone call from the one you adore.

Love shouldn’t keep notes on every blunder ever made. When a mistake occurs, retaliation should never be a thought. The pain felt by your companion’s mistake shouldn’t make you want to get even. If you know how much it hurt you, why would you want the one you love to experience that same agony? Those feelings are poisonous. A desire to exact revenge or document every error is a surefire sign that you’re involved in something other than love. Instead you’ve got yourself a contaminated, breakable link that the Grim Reaper of Love is ominously stalking – preparing for its imminent death.

Verkar som att uppdatera varannan dag är ett vinnande koncept,
ändock försvarar jag mig med bristen på något som känns tillräckligt bra att publicera.
Nöjer mig med någon slags dagbok jag börjat driva,
i takt med att jag kände att det blev alldeles för mycket saknader.
Men det är jag å andra sidan ganska bra på,
att sakna menar jag.
Därav lyssnar jag på musik som visar denna som i cigarettes&alcohol, får mig att drömma bort mer och mer.