Some people really got a hold on me back in some times. And I used to feel I had a bond with them, like they were part of me in such a way that it felt unbreakable.
Nowadays it's all gone distant and cold. No more blood, tears, or heart of gold.
"True love will find you in the end", but you'll run away again. Because it's not love. Never was from them, anyway, just plain old lust for a temporary time.
It's been 12 years since I stopped believing and realised how it all functioned, also in its mechanics of chemicals. For the chemicals between lie in some bed...
But never again have I faulted my own conclusion. Though I found again love in a much more cosmic vague way, just an unclosed, immaterial, kind of feeling: a love bigger than love itself, or just commonly known as my limerence cases of D.G.P. It's a kind of motherly undying love but with blazing strength of a sun.
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