I've never had anyone love me the way I love them. They loved me in their own way but never the way I loved them. If this is not irony then I don't know what is but in the end you crave the kind of love you give out. No, this is not an expectation, the way the love is shown may differ but at least some level of intensity of the love should match. That's what's its all about eventually, right?
On the other hand, sometimes the feelings you have for a person takes a minute and at times it takes so much longer to cut through ties and associations. Even though you've invested yourself into all those relationships, the moment you realize that they only really make life tough, that's when you have to teach yourself to let go. The remainder of your feelings always take time to go. They are like that damn stain that won't wash out even though you try so hard to make it go away. Those left over feelings are the hardest to overcome because on one side you know you have to change how your heart feels and on the other end you...well I can't explain that feeling. It's like your chest starts to feel hollow, and you know something is missing yet you can't help but feel this way. Those remnant feelings are just like the aftertaste of a meal that you were really looking forward to but tasted horrible and now you are stuck with dealing with really awful mouth-feel along with a bad mood.
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