So..

So,
I have this theory about teenage relationships where we fall in love with the idea of love, of being in a relationship, of being exclusively cared about and held and trusted and desired and having someone who is yours alone and ‘loves’ you not because he has to but because he wants to.
We don’t really fall in love with the person.
Dangerous, isn’t it?
When reality finally strikes?
Like a punch in the stomach… creating a void that was never meant to exist… the destruction of a figment of imagination… snatching you away from the fantasy you created to make you feel like you mattered in the greater scheme of things…
You don’t.
And the fact that someone else lusts you, fails to prove otherwise.
So,
I want to experiment. If we take away the physical aspect of a relationship, we’re left with someone who openly admits to caring about you, someone who reciprocates you advances- be it by messaging you, calling you, making sure you’ve survived every step of the day, someone who is happy to see you…
Isn’t that plain pure friendship?
So,
When does the intangible line between friendship and a relationship get fucked up?
One little soul surrendering kiss?

We choose to be owned and to possess


“Because we need a witness to our lives.”