Thoughts on Love

It's like, I'm damned if I do, but I'm pretty damned if I don't.
Or more-so, I'm not sure if I'll be damned if I don't, so I go for it, just in case.
Or I'm afraid I'll feel left out if I don't.
Or I might disappoint or sadden someone else if I don't.
And it's not like I'm completely damned if I do, but I sure feel like it, after it's all done.

Love is such a wonderful thing. It's also very tormenting and disturbing. But even in all of that, it still remains beautiful. Real love. Not the "I love you" someone tells someone else after they've asked each other on a date and have been together for two weeks. The love that develops between two people who've done quite a bit together. Who slowly and surely developed a strong bond between each other. When you adore and respect the other person and they adore and respect you. You're genuinely interested in everything about the other. In time, becoming attracted to them in every way, and to everything they do, and every part of their body.
You eventually can't see yourself without this person. And when you think ahead into the future, they're always there. You yearn for the day when you can spend all your time with them. Living together, forging a life together.
But even in all of this, one can become so hopelessly down at times. Worried that none of this will work, none of this will happen. Suicidal over the thoughts of failure, or the here and now.
But, sometimes, you have to do your best to hold on. Wait it out.