Kaworu Nagisa | 渚 カヲル | ᴛʜᴇ ғɪғᴛʜ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ (
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Humans talk so much about love, but how do you know what love is? And if a feel you feel is love?
The first time I felt what I thought was love, it was someone else's will. And it was sticky, heavy like my chest was constricted and I couldn't breathe, like I was choking on it.
The next time, I felt elated and weightless, like all pain and sorrow had vanished from the world and my memories. I knew eventually, I'd be hurt but... in that moment, I believed nothing could harm me, and it still cut like a knife when it happened.
Could both of those feelings be love? Or is love something else entirely? Can you hurt someone and still love them? Is being hurt by someone you care for and accepting that hurt a form of love?
How do you know if you're even capable of such feelings?
The first time I felt what I thought was love, it was someone else's will. And it was sticky, heavy like my chest was constricted and I couldn't breathe, like I was choking on it.
The next time, I felt elated and weightless, like all pain and sorrow had vanished from the world and my memories. I knew eventually, I'd be hurt but... in that moment, I believed nothing could harm me, and it still cut like a knife when it happened.
Could both of those feelings be love? Or is love something else entirely? Can you hurt someone and still love them? Is being hurt by someone you care for and accepting that hurt a form of love?
How do you know if you're even capable of such feelings?
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It can be involved, I guess. I cannot emphasize strongly enough that drawing a line for yourself is of paramount importance. There has to be a moment you refuse, for your own sake, even if it hurts. This goes for anyone you spend time with, for the record.
Do you want to talk about what happened?
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There's a long pause between messages, with the occasional flutter across keys before-]
Are you angry at me?
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No. Posts like this make me worry about you, though.
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(For the record, I don't think love is supposed to be suffocating, either.)
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[Hmm, well. Hmm! Well!]
deserves it.
You're not still there, are you?
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[Fuck that one guy, in particular. But the rest, yeah. That's sure not answering his question, which is a concern he'll circle back to, inevitably.]
It doesn't have to be the last.
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I never thought I'd understand the suffering of being trapped in the past. It's a pit to drown in.
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You do have to keep both, though. As a reminder.
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[this is not a joke. kaworu are you eating right over there. palamedes hears that helps.]
It could be both. Maddeningly, you can feel things that don't make sense together.
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It's stupid. It shouldn't be possible.
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It is stupid, but here we are. I can't tell you what to do; if it doesn't come from you, there's no point. But do you want my advice?
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Don't make any decisions while you're still upset. We all want the things that will make us feel the best as quickly as possible, but we can be wrong. Take your time.
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...I have your glasses. Part of them.
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[oh... he's touched?]
Bring them to the Sanctuary? We'll get you a snack, too.