Something About Love

There are many great things about being in love. It's well documented, mainly in popular song. There can also be hurt. I'm writing about that hurt, but more specifically I'm talking about the hurt of over-analysis.



It's the self-centred point of view where you start thinking everything is related to you that causes it. The whole what-have-I-done question. But not everything is me, me, me. I'm getting to know that now, slowly. There are outside factors. I am not my girlfriend's entire life; though in my more egotistical moments I would love it to be so, I know I can never be her entire life and I know it would be scary if I were all she did with of her non-sleeping and non-working time.

Relinquishing responsibility is something I thought I wanted but now I know it is what I crave.