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“You will never know true happiness until you have truly loved, and you will never understand what pain really is until you have lost it.”
-Anonymous
As I spend my Friday night relaxing in bed, watching Grey’s Anatomy, and browsing tumblr I have realized something. I’m jealous not only of the posts attempting to express the deep love of a relationship, but I’m also jealous of the posts speaking of lost love. They say that singers without personal experience to pull from can’t really sing because of their inability to connect with the music. They say writers that have not experienced what they’re attempting to write about don’t have anything real to say. You have not lived until you have lost. I have felt pain, but I have never truly felt pain. I cannot imagine what it is like to lose love because I cannot imagine anything more than what I have already experienced. I don’t actually want pain, I just want to mean something. My thoughts seem so insignificant with the accepted notion that “you will never understand what pain really is until you have lost it”.
