My Love Fades Away As Does The Evening Sun by The Narratographer

My Love Fades Away As Does The Evening Sun by The Narratographer

Are we ever in love with people, or just in love with the moments that would have been impossible without them? I think what I am really trying to say, is do they ever love us? Love is a word that is thrown around more often than most, yet do any of us truly know what it is we actually love? Is it even love at all, or simply a need fulfilment? Do we love what they do for us, how they make us feel about ourselves. Isn’t it true that once that need becomes unfulfilled, or if it simply disappears, that the love seems to ebb away just like the evening sunshine? Is it not also true that the more we love someone, the worse we seem to treat them. Not because we do not care, but because we are so terrified that they will one day see us for who we truly are, that we try to break them before they do. This is the reason that so many of us measure our love by the pain it causes us. Pain is the only way we can ever truly tell how much something means to us, how it makes us feel. We want control, we want power. We want to be the destroyer of worlds than to see our world torn down. But there is always collateral damage, an innocent someone caught in the firefight between you and you. I came here to fix you, but you ended up breaking me. These days, I do not truly believe that anyone loves anything. Such is the transient nature of things, with everything and everyone being replaceable at the click of a button, we have no need to love. Love is simply a word that people give to having a requirement met. It will soon die out and be replaced with something much more efficient. Love just simply isn’t needed anymore and soon, like the evening sun, it will soon be gone from the world.

The Narratographer: Photos