Love makes you vulnerable.

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and your heart so that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up a whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. One day, they did something so stupid to you like kissed you or smiled at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. You begin to lose all sense of reality. You lose control over the situation. You give into temptation. You lower your walls that you spent years building. All for one person. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you up and leaves you crying in the darkness. A simple phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ or ‘how very perceptive’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts — not just in the imagination, not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Love is having your heart feel like an overcrowded lifeboat. You throw your pride out to keep it afloat, and your self-respect and independence. After a while, you started throwing people out – your friends and everyone you used to know. And it’s still not enough. The lifeboat is still sinking, and you know it’s going to take you down with it.