So a friend of mine posted this video in response to his viewing of the movie "Crazy, Stupid, Love." And in his video he brings up some very good points that I just wanted to elaborate, and some questions that I wanted to answer in my own response.
5 and a half years ago I met a man and instantly knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I know it's cliche but very true, so true in fact that I even told my best friend I would spend my life with him. I fought for a year and a half to finally make him mine, the man to finally call my own. Since that first day we met, I've been fighting to keep him. Like my friend Jorge, I don't give up so easily, because I don't want to be left with regrets. So I've done everything imaginable to keep this man in my arms for 5 and a half years. I've finally reached the end of my rope and can not fight any longer. I am mentally, physically, and emotionally, exhausted of giving my all and investing all of me into this relationship to work. I recently began to pull away, he's always asked for distance and I've finally given it to him. I didn't say a word, or announce my unhappiness, I simply just pulled away. As I began to do so, my body in all aspects began to conflict with my heart, my mind told me to be done and walk away, my legs lead me to the door, and my emotions completely shutdown at the thought of him. But my heart never gave up, no matter how hard I try to bury the love I have for this man, it still overpowers the rest of my body.
Just yesterday he did something that I've waited 5 years for him to do, and it literally blew me away. As I started to cut him out of my life, he did something so out of character, something I've longed for, and pulled me right back in. Am I a fool ? perhaps! I didn't know at the very instant I knew I would love this man that heartache was a possibility, but it was something I very quickly realized it was. It was my motivation to fight harder to keep my man. We're not perfect in any shape or form but my love for him is something that I just can't shake. Will I continue to see this through, more than likely. Why? because I don't want to wake up one day and think, what if ? or I don't want to stare at old pictures and think, If only... So like Jorge asked, when is enough, enough? My answer would have to be when every fragment of your soul shuts down, when every piece of your being is telling you enough, when you hear his voice and feel nothing, when even though your mad face is on, there is no love behind it, then that's enough. Sometimes the easiest way is to walk away, and that's just what it is, easy. And sometimes he just doesn't love you as much as you love him.
Life isn't easy, and I don't expect love to be, the title is self explanatory, it's crazy, it's stupid, but that's love.
