It’s so contradicting, yet true at every possibility. I think I understand why people crave it. Why they need it. Whenever I think about it, many emotions come to my mind, but there’s one thing that’s always there: that warm glow blooming somewhere inside my chest, where my heart lies.
Love, it is so powerful, it’s the only thing that binds all the creatures on this earth. Money might leave you, your parents might abandon you, you might even be born without anything, but one thing you’ll always have is love.
But the thing is, that it’s so weird, it’s almost impossible to define it. We try to fit every possible emotion into four letters. Excitement, happiness, jealousy, nervousness, anger, comfort, hatred, care — the list will never end.
Love is simple, yet so complicated. It’s the easiest thing to do in the world until it’s not. It'll ruin you till you’re nothing, and then build you back up. It'll wound you and heal you. It’s thrilling, overwhelming, comforting, it’s everything at once. Why wouldn’t one yearn for it? It’s to die for. It’s intoxicating.
I haven’t fallen in love with anyone yet, but I feel that when I do, it’ll be like learning how to breathe again. I know that I’m loved, and that I have people to love, but I sense a void inside of me that I don’t know how to fill. I feel that I have so much love to give, but I can’t.
The reason I find it funny despite everything else is that the fact that you find family in a stranger. A stranger who doesn’t know you, who hasn’t been there your entire life before. Or maybe that they have, but were like a stranger.
That stranger cares for you, knows your cracks and faults and still chooses to stay with you. They help you grow into a better person and support you no matter what. And then all of a sudden they’re not a stranger anymore, they’re a huge part of yourself. They’ll never truly leave you, even if they’re gone.
I believe that love is not an emotion, not an experience, but a reason to live.
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