When Love Hits Like a Cosmic Storm


 


Have you ever been so in love it drives you absolutely insane?

Not psycho-insane, but the kind of crazy where the feeling consumes you whole — where you don’t know where to place it, where to put it, what to even do with it.


It sneaks up on you, catches you off guard, and then slams into you like a wave you never saw coming. It takes you under. It overwhelms.


This isn’t just love. It’s something else — cosmic, magnetic, relentless. A force that refuses to be ignored. It plays with you, stretches you, tears you open, and then floods you with warmth so intoxicating that you swear nothing in this world could ever compare.


And yet… it’s hard. So damn hard.

The push and pull of it. The longing. That ache in your chest that won’t let up. The way your body just wants to be close to theirs, to feel their arms around you, to breathe them in. You can’t stop thinking about them — no matter how much you try, no matter how many times you tell yourself to get a grip.


Then the doubts creep in. The questions. Is this real? Do they feel it too? Or am I losing myself in some cruel joke the Universe is playing on me?

Because, God, it feels like a game sometimes. A divine trick. Like the Universe is dangling this connection in front of me, messing with my emotions, watching me unravel.


And here’s the contradiction: you want it to stop. You want peace. You want quiet inside your head.

But at the same time… you crave it more than air. You want more of the high, more of the ache, more of the fire. You’re addicted to it — to them — and it lights up parts of you you thought were long gone, long healed, long dead.


It’s wild how even the thought of them can wrap you in warmth at night, like an invisible blanket. It’s wild how your mind can’t help but leap into the future, painting pictures of what life would look like together, and you’re smiling like a fool because the idea of it makes your soul dance.


And then — the crash. The wave of doubt.

What if it’s all too good to be true? What if it’s just me, lost in some fantasy that the Universe whispered into my veins?


But still… I can’t let go.

I don’t even want to.


Because this isn’t ordinary love. This is something else.

And once it’s touched you, you can never go back.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The pattern isn't the problem. Lack of awareness is

Image
Today I found myself deep in thought again. To be honest, I usually am. My mind tends to wander into questions most people pass by without noticing. Something pulled me toward the The Emerald Tablets of Thoth the Atlantean, specifically the chapter about the Key of Time . It speaks about time not as a straight line, but as something circular. Cycles. Loops. Patterns that repeat themselves until something changes. That idea stayed with me long after I finished reading. Because when you look closely at life, it starts to feel true. Our past has a strange way of shaping our future. Childhood experiences, the things we witness growing up, the wounds we carry without even realizing it. They settle somewhere deep within us and quietly influence the decisions we make later on. You often hear people say, “I will never repeat the mistakes my parents made.” On the surface, that sounds like a powerful promise. A vow to do better. A vow to be different. But sometimes that vow becomes something h...
Read more

A Prayer for the Hell I Know

Image
  Lord I miss home. Not because it was gentle not because it was kind but because it was familiar. I hated it there. I hated the walls the voices the way pain learned my name. And yet compared to where I stand now it feels like shelter. I thought this place would save me. I thought safety lived here that peace wore this address. But saints can be cruel Lord crueler than demons who admit what they are. They smile with Scripture on their lips hands lifted in worship eyes closed to the wreckage they cause. They never look in the mirror. They hide behind the Bible behind church doors behind the illusion of holiness. So here I am praying words I never thought I would dare to say. Send me back. Back to the hell I know. Back to the demons whose faces I recognize. I would rather bleed where I understand the wounds than suffocate among those who call themselves pure while sharpening their knives in secret. I hate that I want this. I hate that I have no choice. I hate that endurance has beco...
Read more

Letting Go is Hard, But It Needs to Happen.

Image
  Letting go sounds simple when you say it out loud. But the truth is, it’s one of the hardest things the heart ever has to learn. Sometimes it’s not the leaving that hurts the most — it’s what rises to the surface when someone returns. Recently, a person who once meant the world to me came back. Our story never ended with a dramatic goodbye. No fight. No explanation. Just silence — the kind that echoes in the spaces where words should have lived. We were close once. The kind of close where conversations flowed without effort and laughter came easy. Beneath the friendship lived something neither of us expected — a soft, unspoken love that surprised us both. And just as quickly as it appeared, he pulled away. The distance wasn’t just physical; it unraveled something inside me. His silence awakened parts of myself I didn’t know were fragile. Insecurity. Obsession. The fear of not being enough. I became desperate for crumbs of attention, and somewhere along the way, I began losing mys...
Read more