“To love someone is for their happiness to be the same as your own”

Wish I felt that. For you to be happy, for me to be happy.

All I wanted was to be happy. Like an animated kid jumping to catch her red helium balloon rising in the wind, I chased it through those convoluted streets, fast and determined. Not losing sight. Until it was a shrinking speck and I could only stand, breathless, arms defeated by my side. Looking up dazed, when it’s string was only moments ago tied tight around her little wrist.

“Love doesn’t hurt. If it hurts it’s something else. Fear. Attachment. Idolatry. Addiction. Possessiveness.”

And every time I’ve loved it has been every one of those things, but, happiness.

Miss Mess

xoxo

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About iheartmess

A Middle Eastern Londoner 20-something living the 'western' life in between London and home.
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4 Responses to “To love someone is for their happiness to be the same as your own”

  1. Emotional attachment may be a cause of this. But one thing I’ll surely say is that whatever comes upon us is somehow, one way or the other, is always related to our actions. And as you must have heard ‘ actions have consequences, so act wisely’ . I read some of other works too, you express beautifully but if it’s all personal then I wish you come out of it as early as possible.

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  2. Jessie says:

    Every time I love someone, I end up getting hurt as well. It’s always a struggle, I can definitely relate to this.

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