I just had a major realisation that really blows me away.
I've always considered myself someone who falls in love hard and deep and then ends up suffering for it. Done the whole obsessing-for-years-wanting-to-die circuit several times over.
And now I take a good look at myself and I realise: what I thought was "love" in reality was nothing of the sort. What i really was doing was picking someone who represented something I wanted to be, obsessing about them for as long as it took for me to "become" them in some sense and then that was it. "Love" over. It was all about trying to become someone new, emulating someone else to the degree they became a part of me - but surely not love in any sense of the word.
Wow. I am amazed. Turns out I have never actually been in love with anyone.
