|the rabbit speaks much truth
||[Jun. 14th, 2005|11:25 pm]
Only those with the courage to present their full, flawed selves to someone else get to have the kind of love that people write songs about. The rest, the ones that would prefer to hide, to borrow other people's things, to stay out of reach, to foster illusion, are destined to hear statements that they know are empty. They hear the same love songs, and like to think that such sweet words apply to them, but they know deep down inside that they don't. Their lovers are not the ones who look into their eyes and say, "I love you, flaws and all." Their lovers mutter their devotion as they walk past them, toward the door.To the point where reading it makes me physically uncomfortable... which tells me that I need to pay more attention.
And/or drink more. Guess which is on the agenda for tonight?