Over the past few weeks, I’ve realized things change. Priorities, for one, but also life in general. Relationships that you’ve had for years quickly vanish, and friends that you thought would be with you forever dissipate. I ask my mother how all of this could happen, but, of course, she tells me to ‘deal with it’. How I could have ever imagined she’d tell me something different, I don’t know. I’ve known since I was a child that she advocates having no friends at all. In fact, being alone is her preference. How sad.
But I’m not here to discuss my pitiful childhood, what I am here to discuss is: people.
I’ve been told that all people, from every walk of life, long for love. A statement that can be proven true by asking any child on a playground or any adult in an office. But what is love? A question literally no one can seem to answer. I believe that love is a singular object, rather, an idea. I believe that love does not vary from person to person, but expectations vary from person to person, based on experience or lack thereof.
Love is simple, no matter how much you believe otherwise. Love is not a feeling, love is not sweet things you say or do, and love is not complete bliss and happiness. Love is acceptance. Love is encouragement. Love is understanding. Love is forgiving. Love is letting someone in.
The incredibly ridiculous quote, “Love is knowing someone can break your heart, but trusting them not to.” is nothing but fallacy that someone threw together in order to sell a Hallmark card. I’ve never heard anything more untrue.
Your heart should be in pieces so they can put it back together, and your heart should be in half, so they can make it whole.
