Pains in the Body and Mind

I love breakdancing.
I hate breakdancing.

Ok, today was an eventful, yet uneventful day.
I've got aches and pains over my shoulders and arms and hands and hips and calves. etc.
I've also got a sore mouth.

I hate braces.
I obviously don't love braces.
I have rubber bands now.

Practicing for breakdancing is wholly fulfilling and entirely painful in the following hours and days. Despite feeling progress happening, there is a lot of tumultuous agony in the following.
I don't feel like writing entire paragraphs, the way i am wont to do.
I blame it on the unpleasant soreness in my mouth due to a visit to my local orthodontist.
Ahhhhhh. Is the sound my mouth makes.

Another pain arises and makes itself known: the pain of emotional torment

My mind has been suffering lately and no, not because of midterms.
I put myself through excruciating distress because i am in love.
Though torturous and harrowing, i take in this pain because it is so near and dear to me.
It is so hard, yet so enticingly easy to fall in love, and then you realize.
You realize that, no matter how painful or agonizing, when that love is one-sided, you cannot fall out of love. No matter how hard you may try.

I miss the feeling of love.
It grips me at night, in the solace of my pillows and tears me to shreds. Every single night of loneliness.
I may not look the part, but i am a hopeless romantic and a horrible Romeo.

It's an offbeat thought, i must admit, especially following my weekend of extreme excitement; but alas, the person who i wished to share it with, whom i told of my escapades later, really wished she could've accompanied me.
I felt a pull on my heartstrings when she said that. Not only because i'm madly in love, but because i'm madly in love with her.

Sheesh.

One song encompasses what i'm feeling right now:
Details in the Fabric.

"If it's a broken part, replace it
If it's a broken arm, then brace it
If it's a broken heart, then face it..."
-Jason Mraz.

And sure enough, i will face it. Friday. My heart is broken in more ways than i can mend, maybe even in more ways than any person can mend. But i know who i am. I can hold my own. I know that, despite the agonies of life and love, everything should be fine.

But nothing is fine. Nothing is alright.

"I'm signing myself up for suicide,
So take a ride, Yes, just take a ride on,
The roller coaster of life and love,
We'll be looking down while looking up,
Our Hearts are below but our hands are above,
And neither of us knows...What's up."
-Matt.A