right kind of wrong

I noticed that all these budgeting and hectic work schedule in the midst of a supposedly merry and exciting season has placed a worry wrinkle on my forehead. The person I picked at work for our exchange gift has not placed anything on his wish list. So, who am I to guess what he wants? I'm not Santa. Then there's more things to do in a short span of time I haven't felt more stressed! Oh wow... this is not good. I think this is just a bad case of "so little time so much to do" syndrome.


Got to read this during a few brief down time moments at work and this is for those who are members of SMP: Samahang Malalamig ang Pasko...

Love... it makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...


You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.


Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "Maybe we should just be friends" or "How very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way to your heart.


It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that.


Especially not love.


I hate love.


(Rose Walker in The Sandman: The Kindly Ones)

Read it here.