Le plus grand faible des hommes, c’est l’amour qu’ils ont de la vie - Molière
(Man’s greatest weakness, is his love life)
This is true. We all want to love and be loved into return - it’s the greatest thing you’ll ever know (just for any moulin rouge fans that’s getting my reference - *highfive*). And yet it is something that causes pain, stress, hurt and suffering. Sometimes. Most of the time.
I’ve been thinking a lot about love recently. A lot about my current relationship.
I’m in love. For the first time (and who knows, maybe forever?).
I’m moving away for a bit, to another country. I know it will be fine, people have survived worse. The impending closeness of it though has just got me thinking.
This love gave me strength to become a person, a real person that actually felt something instead of being numb. I worry I am dependant on it like a drug, that when I’m away I will relapse into loneliness.
Weakness is a word I don’t like to use. Weak. Pathetic. But love makes us like this and we do anything just to keep it that way.