Everyone has them. Everyone hates them. Everyone wants them. We feel for the people we love, we feel for the people we hate. We feel a little more today, a little less tomorrow, a little not at all some days.
Feelings make us have expectations. Expectations give us disappointments. Disappointments make us judgemental. Judgements make us angry. We fight. We yell. We abuse. And somewhere we hate the people we loved. And wonder why. Why we loved them so much. Why we hate them now. And whether that hate is real or just disappointment. Or even judgement.
And yet. What would life be without feeling? That feeling gave me my parents. That feeling gave me my sisters. That feeling gave me the love of my life, and his little replica. And every day, there is fear that I will lose one of these. That agony is so much more real when you have actually lost someone, cos you know what it feels to never be able to hold that someone again, breathe them again.
But if I didn't feel, where would the memories come from?
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