The moment you choose to love someone, you are signing up for hurt.
There is no way around it. The annie to play love is possible heartbreak. But that’s the price in exchange to hit the high notes. If you don’t annie up by protecting yourself, not showing yourself, not communicating or being vulnerable, you will be a lukewarm lover and never know what could have been.
My heart’s been broken just like yours. I’ve been in a world of hurt. I’ve hurt others. I’ve been confused. I’m been ambivalent. I’ve changed my mind. I’ve been left. I’ve left people.
But I have tasted fearless love. And once you’ve tasted that, you can’t go back to anything else. You can’t experience what love has to offer if you are afraid. Afraid of rejection, getting hurt, or being alone.
If I choose to love you, I will love you as hard as I can. That is not a promise to you. That is a promise to me. Lukewarm love is not love. That’s a transition.
Real love means attacking it like a starving dog with a bone. To love fully means jumping out of planes. Sometimes without a parachute. Love is not just about support, acceptance, and active listening.
Love means holding someone’s soul with two hands, looking into one’s eyes and not seeing the future but only the present because nothing else fucking matters. That’s the kind of love I want. Or I would rather be alone.
Am I crazy?
Am I shooting too high?
Do I need to be realistic?
Or maybe you have forgotten what it means to love. Or feel like you don’t deserve it?
Our hearts were not designed to love soft.
If you’re going to love, love. hard.
There is no other way.