Love is a funny thing. we expect it to be easy, we expect it to be a world of roses
and laugh and perfect moments that we find only in movies. We expect him to always say
the right thing, and always know exactly how we feel, or exactly how to react to it. We expect
him to calm us down when we're yelling or to chase when we run away. We expect so much that
we feel entirely, utterly defeated when something doesn't exactly match up with all our plans.
But that's the thing. Love isn't a plan, it doesn't have a certain beginning and it certainly has
no end or visible finish line to those deeply in it.
Love is so incredibly messy. People around us can't comprehend why we do the things
we do, or why we fight so hard for something that seems to cause us so much pain, because
simply, they can't see. They can't see the invisible ring of insanity that surrounds us when we're
in love. It's inconvenient and painful and devastating at times, but we can't live without it.
It makes us crazy. It makes us invisible and it erases all the lines that we shouldn't cross.
Because love isn't about fencing ourselves in; feeling safe, feeling sure about the future. It's
all about scaring the crap out of every nerve in our body, but pushing forward anyway.
Because all the fighting and all the tears and all the uncertainly is worth it. And it's a lot
better than being hundred percent happy without someone to show us that there is a
world of difference between feeling happy and feeling whole.
Life's a challenge, so is love. Things never come easy in life; if they do, memories are rare,
suffering won't get us through the tough times, there's nothing to look back on, There's no
mistakes that we learn from. In the end, it's all worth it.