Love hurts.
I don’t think it does. It’s the expectations.
It’s the words. It’s the feelings. It’s the sleepless nights,
And the backspaced texts. It’s the tears pillow soaks.
It’s the wait. It’s the jealousy. It’s the moments and the memories.
That’s all that hurts.
Why do you love then? If it’s so painful?
Because that’s what we feelers do.
We willingly jump into the inferno,
Knowing it will burn us to ashes. Again, and again.
Why is it so hard to love?
I don’t think it’s hard. It’s not hard with the right person.
Love is the most beautiful feeling ever.
Knowing that no matter how bad the time is,
No matter what we own, how bad we feel,
We can crash into the lap of that one person and
it will be alright again.
Doesn’t it get boring? Waking up beside the same person every day?
Don’t you lose the spark?
Love is not about the spark. Love never gets boring.
It’s the way of finding each other every day. Knowing each other in new
ways every day. It’s a commitment. It’s compromising for each other.
It’s going against everything and everyone just because you care.
Love doesn’t hurt. Love doesn’t kill. Love isn’t a bad thing.
Love isn’t a word. It’s not something casual. Love isn’t a relation.
It was supposed to be a feeling. But it became the most used synonym
to replace infatuation and like. That’s what is wrong.
Are you sure about all this? Are you sure you aren’t wrong?
How do I know? I am just 20. But it’s what I feel. That’s what love is for me.
-Debaleen Das Spandan. 16/04/2019.
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