Have you ever been in love? It’s horrible isn’t it? I’ve experienced one type of love before. It is the love you feel when it grows over time. It is a stable love that you expect and you feel more secure with. That is a good love, a safe love.
There is another kind of love. I believe it was formed in the fiery pits of Mordor. This type of love is when you fall in love. That random love that hits you in a moment. The one where you’re just sitting there across from someone who is eating soup and literally has dribble from the soup dangling from their mouth and they say something. The perfect something. And you are just sitting there, and it’s like getting punched in the face or hit with a ton of bricks. You are literally winded from the impact. You look at them, I mean really look at them and realize that this stupid son of a bitch, this cock sucking bastard now has the power to destroy you.
It’s horrible. It is scary. You feel it in the pit of your stomach that intense fear, the slow death that you feel will come down the pipeline. Your death. The death of everything you are because this stupid bastard has the ability to rip you apart now. And with this ability, you are almost tempted to take the knife and start the cutting process and removing of whatever organs — your heart, intestines, everything — so that it’s done and over with. Because you know that this is the type of love that will leave you empty for the rest of your life.
This is the type of love that will have you wondering when they are going to pick you or if they will ever pick you. Because, simply, how could they ever pick you? Do they see you even in a modicum of the same aspect of how you see them?