Why is it so many people have such a strong attachment to those that make them unhappy? Is it possible human nature is defaulted on hate and anguish? Do we really thrive off these feelings, or is this all some sick experiment by an unknown? And when you cut this out of your life after being around it for so long hoping for something better, it’s like a piece of you is missing. Is this piece missing the feeling of something exciting that we want to keep, even if its not what you want? Or is it love, something in which no one can truly define.
I just think that there are always more questions that we think of than we can answer to. Sometimes we don’t want to let that special person go because once you let them go then they will be gone forever and then finally wondering if thats what real love is.