Love. Falling in love. The ultimate feeling. Love. Real love. We all wanna feel it. We all wanna live it. We all miss it. We’ re searching for it. Love that isn’t hurting. Love that heals. Love that conquers all. Love is one of the most important needs for a human being. Without love we cannot survive. We’re searching for a partner. We’re searching for a soulmate. Why is it so hard to find? We all crave love but at the same time we don’t give a chance to it.
I was imagining the love of my life since I was very young. I wanted to meet love. I wanted to feel what it was like. I miss love more than ever. I loved before. I loved a lot. But it didn’t work out. Not cause I didn’t want it but because they gave up. They didn’t love me like I did. Love is not complicated. It is not. It just is. Real love won’t hurt. Real love won’t leave. It might be messed up, but real love won’t leave.
Love is not an easy thing. Love is not effortless. It actually requires real effort. The passion, the honeymoon phase doesn’t last long. It shouldn’t last long. But love does. Love lasts forever. Love is not an easy thing. Do you have what it really takes to love someone?
Every time you love someone you’re taking the risk of being hurt. Really hurt. You put on your big girl pants and you give things a shot. You don’t get all that goodness and possibility with zero risk. Love isn’t easy. Love needs effort. Love is not like the movies. Love is messy, is silly. You do stupid things for love. Love is a struggle. I’m sorry to ruin it for you but love isn’t effortless. Everyday you have to try your best or the love is not gonna last. Love is hard. Don’t try it if you’re not ready.
If you want love, genuine love, unconditional love, you have to give it first. Love them as much as you wish they loved you. If they leave, wish them well. When love comes, you’ll know it. You’ll feel it in your bones. Try for love. Fight for love. Give love a chance. There’s not perfect love. But there’s real love. Life is small. Super small. Make it count. Love as hard as you can. Just love.

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