Life revolves around eleven minutes, depends on eleven minutes, requires eleven minutes, loves for eleven minutes, lies for eleven minutes, fights for eleven minutes and cries for eleven minutes.
What are those eleven minutes?
What if we took the desire out of a situation. What if we had to pick partners based on their personalities and the colour of their souls? People would go wild. No one would find partners. We crave the chase, the game, the rejection, the pain. All these sufferings take part in helping us to rule out the men and women who aren't “the one”. Or at least that's what we tell ourselves. Yes I use the word suffering. We love to suffer, all we do is suffer and what's worse is that we enjoy our suffering. We need the pain to escape something, something that anchors us into the moment. We don't want to live in the moment. We like waiting for him or her to come home, but when his here we can't wait till he leaves to miss him again. To suffer missing him. You love the suffering you feel when his not there and not the soul standing in front of you.
I'd catch a grenade for you...but if you really loved me, you wouldn't actually allow me to.