Men vs Women
The closer we get, the more I love him and the more afraid I become that it will all end and/or he will hurt me. The more I love him, the more I worry.
The closer we get, the more he loves me and the more seemingly confident he becomes. The more he loves me, the less he worries.
I wish I was that way instead.
I’ve also found this on various occasions through my own experiences but more often than not, experiences of my innately passionate friends. I’ve found that women are insecure creatures, there are so little things that our hearts can originally stand; there’s so much room to grow when it comes to us. But men, they seem born ready for heartbreak. Even they let their guards down as they fall deeper into love, when that love is over, they manage to stay alive and move on somehow. But for women, it seems as if that phrase will never actually apply; because I’ve found that we don’t actually move on. We may live functionally, but we never move on from pain because we let that heartbreak eventually become part of who we are and we change into our masked selves, our jaded selves, but most importantly, we adapt into our realistic selves. So what happens to the fairytales eventually? Well, there’s never been a time where this phrase could be more fitting, they’re simply gone with the wind.
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