I love love. I love the feeling of loving.
Most people wouldn't expect that from me. Everyone thinks I'm this terrible monster, an asshole, a grinch. And maybe its my fualt for projecting that, or actually living it for a long time.
If you label someone something for long enough, that's all they will ever be to you.
I want an Ozzie and Harriet life. I want a white picket fence and a dog. Always have.
The sad reality is that most people, especially people younger than me, have already given up. They don't believe in love. They don't believe that it can change your life. Or at least they won't let it.
I'm not giving up. I hope I never do. No matter how many of my dreams get fucking smashed into oblivian, or how many times I let myself get walked on, I won't give up on love.
Sure, I may have grown to be more cautious, more paranoid and more eager. But I'm still trying.