Love Is Not Enough For A Relationship Essay
If we were Superman, then love would be our Kryptonite. What is it that releases those butterflies? Is it the instinctive desires for the feelings of affection? Is it the romanticized drama of “is he thinking of me too? Oh God, please let him think of me at least half as much as I think of him.” I know when I personally begin to “catch feels”, I have to sit down, splash water on my face, and repeatedly tell myself to stop. This ultimately gets me nowhere and of course concludes with me laying on the floor talking
Stickler 2 to my friend, Helena. Usually, the conversation is a montage of me making a groaning sound begging her to cast a magic spell making the feelings go away.
“But climbing the walls gets me nowhere” and I…