They say love conquers all. It definitely conquers people. It conquers those in love and those out of it. It begins with destruction and ends with it too. It doesn't mean that you get happy endings. It means you get an ending. Whether it's a happy ending or not depends on how your respective delusions work. If they do, bingo, you have your soul mate and need not look ahead. If they don't good for you, you'll always be looking ahead. So basically it screws you over and takes what's left and leaves you behind for your friends to call you jaded, and a person who carries too much baggage.
Speaking of baggage. It's not a bad thing. It keeps some of us grounded. From not floating around with our heads in the air and assuming that this this is life. It's not life. Life is not to be born and to meet someone and then to live with them and be happy. Life is to be something bigger and if you meet someone in the middle of it, then wonderful. However, life will always be about you and if you let a silly thing called love rule it, it will conquer you. The day that happens, life will stop taking you seriously and begin to bully you.
Sometimes I wonder if people ever stop and think. Love to most is an emotion for another person, who's usually of the same age and of the opposite sex. It means coffee dates, and little gifts and sex and secret rendezvous. Love is not an emotion that you're supposed to dole out to people of choice. It begins and ends with you.
You should never tell someone you love them, lest they take you seriously.
