A Comfort and a Curse

Everything ends. It is both a comfort and a curse.  I often think about this while I am at work when I catch myself counting down the hours. I just think that no matter how much I may hate being there, it will eventually end. Everything ends. The worst imaginable situation that you find yourself in will end, but so will the sweet-as-honey moments you wish could last forever.


 It really is a bittersweet sort of thing. Sometimes I wish I could rip the heart out of my chest so that I wouldn't have to feel the perpetual sorrow that I feel right now. There's so much feeling infused within me that it feels like my heart is on fire. 


 Lately, random memories flash into my mind and it takes me back. They feel so real and I get the exact feeling that I felt in that moment. They say that your life flashes before your eyes when you die, so maybe it's the same with the death of a relationship. All the delightful memories and moments so good you can't put into words flash before your eyes before anything truly dies. 

                      Love is an effortless feeling..... a good thing that feels natural and right and makes you feel safe and calm.

 It's what being lucky feels like.

*Why can't the good time last longer? It's because everything ends. How do you get through a rough patch? Knowing that everything ends.