One person shouldn't be able to change your life forever. I think we all know people who have been affected outside of their control - torture, rape, molestation... it's a little fucked up to put love in the same category, isn't it?

Maybe the crucial difference is that it's a sweet anguish. That's why I feel sick to my stomach, I can't sleep at night, my conscious is fixated on one person and one event. It makes me smile when I don't feel like crying. This seems like such a high school thing. Aren't those the cuts that make the deepest scars? Aren't those the times when emotions suffocate you in hormones? It's a brutal feeling to have your happiness lie like tissue paper in someone else's hand, breathing and waiting for the movement that will crumple it up, tear it apart or even bring it to that face to wipe that nose. That beautiful face, that cute nose, that Stockholm Syndrome in my heart.