The opening lines of "Stuck in Love" prompted me to write this piece: "I remember that it hurt, looking at her hurt."
It hurt because I loved you before everything else, and that hurt because it wasn't enough. In those dark moments of desperation, you were my everything, I thought my reason for breathing. Other times you were the cause of that despair itself. I had never been more independent or free from ties in my entire life, but I knew that I needed you. That hurt. Hurt my foolish pride, my ever so fragile emotions. We are young, love is fragile and us humans are not always its best caretakers... especially in our youth.
Despite the way your carelessness fueled my doubts the way gasoline fuels a fire, I couldn't find it in me to leave. Something deep in my being always reminded me to stay told me that I was drowning in a seemingly endless sea of violent, thrashing waves and you were my coming up for air. Despite my usual chameleon soul and unmatched desire to flight instead of fight, you were the first sense of home I had ever felt. I didn't think my place next to you was one I could ever walk away from.
I was wrong: I didn't need you, I did walk away. That 'endless sea' had an end.
It is all too easy to get caught up in a false sense of entrapment and believe that you need someone else or you're indebted to another human being.
The truth is, human beings are not a pro-con list but a unidimensional soul which, in maturity, can exist without total dependence.
The truth is, all that you need is already within you and the whole universe laid out before is the only thing that's endless.
The truth is, it shouldn't have to hurt. Trust what you know to be true and let go of what no longer serves you, for you are stronger than you know.