pain.

'why am i here? why does it feel like i need this pain? is it because i love? is it because this is the closest thing i have to feeling? is it because i'm selfish? is it because it makes me feel better about everything?'
'you need pain because it's never-ending. you need pain because it doesn't involve the rest of the world. you need pain because you can create and re-create it time and time again in your heart. you need pain because love scares you. you always run away from love, because somewhere in your heart you are afraid that love fades away in time.'
'i don't believe that love fades away. true love never fades away.'
'true. but you can't live without change. and love brings stability. love brings peace.'
'i like peace.'
'yes... you like peace. the way you like the subway. it takes you places, but you still prefer a car.'
'that's not fair. this is stupid, it's all stupid. why would i run away from love?'
'because you're such a dreamer. because you believe that true love brings along perfection.'
'and it does.'
'you believe true love turns this whole world into a better place.'
'and it does.'
'... you believe that true love makes routine go away. you believe that true love creates never-ending special moments.'
'but... it does.'
'honey, this world kills romance. no matter how much love you spread around. i know how you feel, and your view is beautiful. but this is the real world. and there's this part of you that realizes the actual truth. it's that part that makes you run away when things get too close to finally being perfect.'
'nonsense. why would it do that?'
'because the thought that this world might actually crush that view of yours scares you so bad that you can't control yourself. you go into this coma state and that cynical part of yours takes over and puts an end to anything that could possibly take you so high, just to make sure that there's no possible way for you to fall from there.'
'am i that fucked?'
'i wish i could say differently... but i'm afraid i can't.'
'so what, it's like pain is my only way?'
'maybe one day... maybe the day when things will be so right that the cynical part won't be able to take over anymore...'

maybe i need pain... maybe it's because i love too much, or think too much, or talk too much. maybe this all just bullshit, maybe i'm just stupid.
maybe 'without pain, no one would appreciate the good moments in life.'...
maybe i believe that i have to feel all this pain. maybe i feel like i need to make things right, and this is the only way i found.
maybe i'm selfish, and i need to be different.
maybe i need redemption.

maybe... maybe, somehow, everything makes perfect sense.