perhaps once in your lifetime, or twice if youre lucky, you fall in love with someone who shakes the ground out from beneath your feet. when you actually have to hold onto something stable to make sure the world stays upright…when you are pulled into a whirling kaleidoscope of colours…not knowing where the pink ends and the red begins. its scary. scarier than anything youve known. because its all consuming. its all encompassing. suddenly your decisions seem to teeter on the edge of major changes…your choices ring with the potential of absolute complete magic and risktaking and everything, everything in life just pulls at you, demanding that you live life to the fullest or else.
i marvel at men who run from this. scared of the emotion that they suddenly realize they are capable of. petrified of the loss of control. terrified of feeling like someone can actually mean that much and more. where will you run? where will you hide? the truth is inside you. how far can you run from yourself?