The Hurt....Chapter 1
Love didn't always exist here.
There was once a time when it was simply desired, wished for, craved. Sure, the love of one's family has always existed, but not the love that we all dream of. The dream of finding the one, dating, holding hands, kissing, hugging, fu....well, you get the drift. The dream of that love was there, but the reality of it? Non-existent. The heart was a battlefield, filled with enemy fire, but begging for peace and happiness. What do you do when you crave that love, that feeling of acceptance, that hope of one's company and never receive it? Well, you shut down. You shut off the source of the pain. Things become dark. You become..... the villain.
The heart, this heart, his heart, the heart we speak of here is filled with bullet wounds. He could have collaborated with Wyclef Jean for the song, "911," because he had been shot down more often than not, and the bullets, were indeed, directly in the heart. Maybe that's the problem in itself. Maybe there were too many attempts from too many different targets at love and happiness and not enough time, energy, and focus on one specific target, that those bullet wounds were justified. Maybe the I love you's didn't mean what he thought they meant. Maybe he just said those things out of desperation. Desperation to love and to be loved back. Maybe, just maybe, the true target for his love was there in front of him, but in disguise, and maybe he missed the true target.
Maybe she missed her target too. Maybe, while she was having fun with him, and dating other guys, her focus should have been on him. Maybe his focus should've been on her. Maybe, just maybe, they should've focused on each other. Maybe they would've avoided years of heartbreaks, years of heartaches, years of pain and torture to the heart, if they would have just seen each other, in the light that they were truly meant to be seen.... to each other. Maybe he wouldn't have spent those years alone, searching for Mrs. Right, but encountering countless Mrs. Wrongs. Maybe she wouldn't have gone through countless hurtful and pointless relationships of her own. Maybe there would only be one.... Just one relationship between them..... With each other.... Maybe she wouldn't have spent nights crying herself to sleep, feeling the hurt of another jerk who treated her wrong. Maybe she wouldn't have had to deal with the lying and the cheating, and the mental and physical abuse that comes from those wrong individuals. Maybe he wouldn't have trust issues. Love issues. Lust issues. Maybe he could be content. Maybe she could've prevented the "heel turn." Maybe he wouldn't have become heartless, with her to fill the void in his heart. Maybe they loved each other, but didn't know how to act on that love. Maybe..... she was his answer. He didn't want to become the villain of love, but maybe she could've healed.......
The Hurt........
There was once a time when it was simply desired, wished for, craved. Sure, the love of one's family has always existed, but not the love that we all dream of. The dream of finding the one, dating, holding hands, kissing, hugging, fu....well, you get the drift. The dream of that love was there, but the reality of it? Non-existent. The heart was a battlefield, filled with enemy fire, but begging for peace and happiness. What do you do when you crave that love, that feeling of acceptance, that hope of one's company and never receive it? Well, you shut down. You shut off the source of the pain. Things become dark. You become..... the villain.
The heart, this heart, his heart, the heart we speak of here is filled with bullet wounds. He could have collaborated with Wyclef Jean for the song, "911," because he had been shot down more often than not, and the bullets, were indeed, directly in the heart. Maybe that's the problem in itself. Maybe there were too many attempts from too many different targets at love and happiness and not enough time, energy, and focus on one specific target, that those bullet wounds were justified. Maybe the I love you's didn't mean what he thought they meant. Maybe he just said those things out of desperation. Desperation to love and to be loved back. Maybe, just maybe, the true target for his love was there in front of him, but in disguise, and maybe he missed the true target.
Maybe she missed her target too. Maybe, while she was having fun with him, and dating other guys, her focus should have been on him. Maybe his focus should've been on her. Maybe, just maybe, they should've focused on each other. Maybe they would've avoided years of heartbreaks, years of heartaches, years of pain and torture to the heart, if they would have just seen each other, in the light that they were truly meant to be seen.... to each other. Maybe he wouldn't have spent those years alone, searching for Mrs. Right, but encountering countless Mrs. Wrongs. Maybe she wouldn't have gone through countless hurtful and pointless relationships of her own. Maybe there would only be one.... Just one relationship between them..... With each other.... Maybe she wouldn't have spent nights crying herself to sleep, feeling the hurt of another jerk who treated her wrong. Maybe she wouldn't have had to deal with the lying and the cheating, and the mental and physical abuse that comes from those wrong individuals. Maybe he wouldn't have trust issues. Love issues. Lust issues. Maybe he could be content. Maybe she could've prevented the "heel turn." Maybe he wouldn't have become heartless, with her to fill the void in his heart. Maybe they loved each other, but didn't know how to act on that love. Maybe..... she was his answer. He didn't want to become the villain of love, but maybe she could've healed.......
The Hurt........
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