The true meaning of love and what it represents has truly been thrown in the dump. Love now appears to be the scariest thing ever and the few ones among us ready to take that leap of love are called the bravest – they become relationship goals. Love has become something we actually schedule to do like “next month, I have to be ready to love someone.” It is now premeditated even timed. Love is not something you can just turn on and off. Love is supposed to grip you when you least expect, sweep you off your feet and leave you wanting more for as long as possible.
The beauty of love is its spontaneity. The beauty of love is the way it calls your name and makes it sound like the sweetest thing ever. The beauty of love is how it is able to read your mind. The beauty of love is its originality. The beauty of love is the way it keeps you up talking about anything and everything. The beauty of love is how it makes you smile sheepishly and act normal in a second hoping no one saw the ghost of that smile on your pretty cheeks. The beauty of love is in the way it keeps you going. The beauty of love is in the way it gives life to mere words – oh, music to my ears 💕. The beauty of love is the way it makes your heart skip a beat. The beauty of love is how it shows you a different kind of fun. The beauty of love is the way it leaves you overwhelmed over the little things. The beauty of love is in its affection, addiction. Hell, the beauty of love is a habit. The beauty of love is in the effort it puts. The beauty of love is its silence…
Love has become too misinterpreted. Love does not make us think we are being played, it is trust issues. Love does not make us feel ignored and neglected, that’s on paranoia. Love doesn’t give heartaches neither does it make us worry, it is misunderstanding. Love is centered around the beautiful things of life.
And my heart goes out to those experiencing unrequited love. You need time, yes. But move on, then watch them want you even more.
The Precious Place ✌️💋
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