At what point do you realize that the person you are in love with, isn’t in love with you anymore? or that love has changed?
At what point do you start to think that you can’t be yourself around the person you love because they’re embarrassed of you?
At one point should one start to listen to the little nagging thoughts that seem to scurry into your mind and question your relationship?
You’re supposed to be happy in a relationship for the most part. If it’s constant shit that piss each other off and it’s the same shit…why stay together? If the other is not letting you be who you are, than what the hell?
but what’s keeping the two of you together? is it history, too many secrets, physical attraction…?
I’ve asked myself these questions too many times than I want, to myself and other people.
It’s funny how a lot of the relationships you hear about are so relatable, whether they be good or bad. There’s always something to relate too, a story to tell, shared memories that will never go away.
I know one thing though, that no matter who we are or what we do, we must be happy and must be on the pursuit of happyness.
I think that is the meaning of life, after going through all the shit that I have been through. I’m speaking through my own thoughts and experiences, but happyness is the meaning of life in whatever we do and whoever we’re with. If we’re not happy, then what’s the point?