Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy and to
be a world of laughs and perfect moments that you only find in movies. You
expect his to always say the right thing and know exactly how you feel or how
to react to it. You expect his to calm you down when you’re yelling or to chase
you when you run away. You expect so much that you feel entirely and defeated
when something doesn’t match up with all your plans. But that’s the thing. Love
isn’t a plan. It doesn’t have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end
or visible finish line.
Love happens, it is so incredibly messy. People around
you can’t comprehend why you do the things you do, or why you fight so hard for
something that seems to cause you so much pain, because simply, they can’t see
the madness that surrounds you when you’re in love. It’s inconvenient and
painful and devastating sometimes, but we can’t live without it.
You have to remember that with love, you’re not the
only involved. You have unknowingly put your life, your heart, and your dreams
into the palms of another person’s hands.
