Before you can grow up, you must fall in love three times. Once you must fall in love with your best friend, ruining your friendship forever, quite possibly. This will teach you who your true friends are and the fine line between friendship and more. Once you must fall in love with someone you believe to be perfect and that you should never be treated as any less than you deserve. And once you must fall in love with someone exactly like you. To teach you who you are and who you want to be. Once you have lived through all of that, you learn that the people who care about you most are the ones that you hurt and the ones you hurt are the ones you needed the most. Most of all, you start to learn that love is only a concept and not something that can be defined. It is different to each person and the sum total of their experiences. You learn to understand that everyone only just wants to be loved.
Aside from the pain, suffering and hard choices you have to find the things you love and run to them. That which does not kill you makes you stronger? I really don't think so. I think strength comes from the good things and the people in your life who are always there. These things, you hold onto when your spirit is broken, when your'e hurt, when you're not the most lovable.
Like most sensitive souls, you already know you are sensitive. You soak up the moods of those you care for like a sponge. There's nothing wrong with being sensitive. Truth is, most times I feel too much, every word, every action and every energy often goes straight to my heart. I often wear it.
Who has time for casual love? I prefer the fierce kind, where your heart is on display and everything you have is handed over in passion like a gift, hoping that the gift is unwrapped gently. If you have to wonder if you have passion, cross the word wonder out and it simply becomes a question, not an answer.
Truth is, the more intimately you know someone, regardless of who, the more clearly you see their flaws. That's just how it's meant to be, you know. You get to see just how flawed we all really are when you're sick, tired, frustrated, mad, hurt or broken or under pressure. In those moments, you know you still love when things are ugly. Love is patient. Love is kind. Love is deliberate. Love is hard. Love is pain and sometimes sacrifice. It's seeing the darkness in another and refusing budge.
I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what is is to me. It comes from trusting them to know all of these things that make you, you. Often beautiful, sometimes not and including the things you may be ashamed of. It's feeling comfortable and safe, and still feeling weak in the knees when you're in the same room. It's about trust and respect. It doesn't matter who it is when we speak of love, it matters simply that we love. Isn't that what life is all about? Doing all things in love?
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