I hate when the people I love make me feel like I need to love them less.

how do I explain this?

as sad as I am beginning to find it, we as humans thrive on the connection we have with others

in this vast see of people, of faces and lives, we meet people that stand out

how you might ask?

they leave their print on us

prints that thrive through memories of what used to be, of the beauty it let you see

it creates this warmth in your chest that you want to hold on to

and for a while you try, for a while it works out

but you see love, things change. not just things, people change.

those bright stars that make up your galaxy find other galaxies to light up, and you do too.

it doesn't take away from what was, but it dictates alot for what is

maybe people grow out of people

maybe life just happens

maybe the universe realigns and human beings do what they have been programmed to from the start,

they adapt.

I mean it's understandable, but is it acceptable? not quite.

because as much as you sit down and stare at the dwindling stars that used to surround your universe, as much as you take note of the new stars and silently accept that change is the only permanent thing,

that even these stars might not be here to stay either

there are still particular lights you thought you'd hold on to forever, just as strongly as the first day.

but things don't always work out the way it's written in the cosmos the first time you open your eyes to see it,

and alot of the time you wonder if it's the galaxy or if it's just... you

it is hard

I still don't have an answer

all that makes sense now, is to love a little less

because at the end of the day, we all opt for self preservation.

and if the stars that make up my Galaxy slowly fizzle out till they're nothing but what was, then maybe they were never meant to be what could be.

what I'm trying to say love is this, you can only hold on for so long,

so let destiny take its course,

let energy received be the same given

let it all just be.

love alittle less sweetheart, till you feel the love seap into your skin as strongly as you let it pour out of it.

till the darkest of galaxies, feels like a city of blinding lights, even when it's just a lone beautiful star.

and " lone beautiful star " could be so much, but I hope with all my heart, that it is what you need.

© tonnaV