Have you ever loved someone, but not in the way you're supposed to? It's like when you wake up early to see the sunset and you walk outside to have a smoke and you walk into the warm embrace of the Summer humidity and it wraps itself around you like the welcoming of your favorite comforter. That's what love without love is like; Comfortable. It's nothing like those days you walk outside and find yourself wandering into a brisker air, you've just woken up and you suddenly find your skin suddenly tingling while it's coming to life, you find yourself waking up a bit faster and widening your eyes at the newly risen sun. Those days... Well, those are the days you would closely compare to being in love, not just loving someone.
Surely being comfortable is necessary, isn't it? Of course. But, is there a line in the sand, that you smudge when you step through it, that differentiates comfortable and being too comfortable?
Being too comfortable... Well, that makes you lazy. It really gives you a stability that you're scared of never finding again. You've already found a balance, so why would you ruin it to feel that brisk morning air again, when you could forever and always feel this warm?
The warm, close feeling may wrap you up on the outside, but what about your insides?
They may slowly start heating up, until you feel a knot of a hot, coiled, mess within yourself.
That mess will soon burn away, until there is nothing left but a smoldering pile of ashes. That pile of ashes will soon ignite something else that was laying deep within you. Something that you'd never thought could be lit while you were so comfortable to begin with. Soon, it lights an icier fire, one that not only burns through your veins, but it will also engulf your brain. It will burn you away with a thick gasoline that most would call resentment.
