I don’t understand love, and I don’t think anyone ever has or will. Emotion is such a complex thing, and hatred is passionate, and strong, and almost unbreakable – nothing can touch true hatred. Nothing can touch it at all; nothing can touch it but love. Love is stronger than anything this world can offer, and unfortunately this world greatly lacks it. Love is something that can affect anyone and anything.
Love also leaves you irrational – it’s debatable, however, because some people think that love can leave you seeing clearer than anything ever has. But what if it’s possible that it can make both happen? What if it leaves you so blind, deaf, and scentless… so isolated. But yet you’re the farthest thing from isolated ever. You’re feeling things stronger than any situation has ever presented you with.
It’s both incorrigible and impeccable at the same time. It will leave you dizzy and broken, it could even leave you dead, but yet it brings a life out inside of your soul that has people questioning your health. It brings forth a desire and urge to be with someone, when you’re already with them. It makes your heart hurt, like a gaping hole in your chest, and it leaves you so empty and pathetic when you’re without their love.
Ignorance of love is something that we all have and cannot deny; no one really can define love, because it means something else to every other person. However, there’re standards. There’re standards to love, that do apply in every circumstance. You do not love someone if you do not have unconditional passion for them. You are not in love with them unless you would do anything that it took to guarantee their safety and happiness. You wouldn’t want to live a second without them, but if it meant their peace you would. You’d do anything that it took for their sake. And that’s what love really is deep down. But it doesn’t even begin to cover it.
When you’re in love, love doesn’t even seem like the BEGINNING of the speech as to how you feel. There’s no word in any language, no sentence or speech or anything that can show someone you love them. It’s just… love. You can’t explain it; you can’t deny or change it. Because when it’s there, it’s there, and it’s never going away.
Everything around you melts. Everything, there's nothing that matters anymore. You shake, violently, and it leaves you feeling guilty - love. Love is uncertain, yet the only thing you can recognize. It's disguised, but clearer than anything else. It's irony, in summary - love is ironic, more than anything. Ironic, but beautiful. And that's why I put up a debate, is ignorance really bliss? Or is it something else in its entirety?
Mikey, I am not joking in the slightest. I am not kidding; I am not just saying that. I am in love with you, Mikey. And I’d do anything for you. You're really my entire life, my everything. As I've said many times before, my everything. If this freaks you out, or you don't feel the same way, I understand. But it doesn't change that this is how I feel. I miss you every second of every day, and I just wish you were here to see it. I wish you knew. That, Mikey, I love you. And that’s all I know.