When it hurts...

As we all know I am a sucker for love. I love it at it's best and tolerate it at it's worst. I feel there is no worse pain in the world then that of feeling hurt, betrayed, or broken from love. It's such a crazy emotion that can cause two completely opposite feelings. A feeling of wonder, happiness, and that makes you feel lighter than air, or on the other side a feeling of fear, dread, it makes your stomach hurt, and you don't even want to pull yourself out of bed in the morning.

I hate the latter of the two options. This option is not ideal, it's not the one you go looking for when you get in a relationship with love. It's the one after that love does something to hurt you or betray you. That's when it appears. Sometimes you are able to work through the horrible flip side of love. Sometimes you are not....

I am currently in a tug of war with love. I am fighting as hard as I can but I suppose both parties have to be willing to fight. The love has to be worth it. The good feeling you feel when you are on the happy side of love, that feeling or the memory of it needs to be strong enough to pull you out of the dirt when you fall, but it needs to be strong enough on both sides. Both people need to be fighting because if they aren't the broken hurt side of love is going to win this tug of war.