Love
Thursday, February 27, 2014I don't know why I've only written about love now.
I've been told a lot about love. On being in love, some say give it a try, some say it's not worth the risk, others say it's wonderful, while others say it hurts. But here's what I say.
Everything is worth the risk. But love is worth much more than that. I think being in love is a wonderful feeling. Being able to tell someone you love them and being told they love you back... it's more than just words. It's two people connecting in ways only they can fathom. I know because I'm in love. With someone who sees me better than I see myself. With someone who thinks I'm more than what I give myself credit for. Sometimes I think it's crazy, but most of the time I just think "gosh, am I blessed."
I've given love a chance before, but I always wound up getting hurt. I shut love out of my life until somebody so persistent crawled his way into this closed shielded heart of mine. I'm sensitive, moody, weird, skeptical, anxious, insecure, and a mess. But despite all that there's one person who sees otherwise. No matter how bad I see myself, I always have somebody to tell me I'm not as bad as I think, and that in fact, I'm actually perfect just the way I am. And this stupid excuse I have for a heart is still having a hard time trying to grasp the concept that I am actually worth loving. That maybe my flaws are actually beautiful to someone. That I'm not always going to get hurt. He made me believe in myself. Once I thought I needed to change. But he made me realize the only thing I needed to change was the thought of changing itself. He saw beauty in an abstract painting that is me.
He was a mess, too. And I think that only made this even better. We are, individually, bursting with negativity. But together we can produce one big ray of sunshine that's enough for both of us. I see beauty in the broken, maybe because I'm broken myself. And I guess I can safely say that we fixed each other, and now we're even sturdier than before. And that's the healthy kind of love. Where both your actions influence each other in better ways. Where both of you improve everyday.
I'm sure glad I'm in love. All the poetry makes sense. All the songs are precise. All the stars shine brighter, and the moon means more. I write about love, but no words can ever be enough to describe how significantly grateful I am.
So here's what I have to say about love: Everybody should give it a shot. Because we never know, accepting an opportunity to love may actually change the way we perceive things. It can actually pave way to the happiness all of us secretly yearn for.
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