This whole idea of love is frighteningly fascinating. It is this whole trial by error situation where one must consider what they do but not too much where one is no longer themselves. Not too little to where one only consider themselves.
Love is a beautiful idea. I don’t think it should require a lot of work. I think real love is probably natural and fluid like a river. It flows. It can get bumpy, sometimes REALLY bumpy but it keeps going.
If you’re like me, you just questioned what the dams would be in relation to my love theory. Well, I’m not sure but maybe that’s the love that needs to be still and patient. Or, maybe it’s a love that needs to end. Should love be in a constant state of movement? Or does it eventually find a quiet place to relax and enjoy the scenery?
The process of love finding us, it can be exhausting. We meet people, they seem great and then some time together reveals that they kinda suck. Ha. Hell, we can look the same way to them. Then what? It starts again!
Relationships and people can seem so right just because of things we are dealing with that have nothing to do with that person. They are instead a way out of it all, some sort of relief. Until their issues clay with our own and now they are a new source of turmoil. And maybe it would have been OK had the issues been limited to just the ones between the two of you BUT no, you brought in whatever situation you had that made this person seem awesome and now you are dealing with things and putting them on this new person when you really should had already dealt with it before them. Did you understand that long run on sentence? Read it again bc I’m not rewriting it.
Then come the options. There are sooo many. Question is, how do you know you have chosen the right one? Do you just pick and roll with that decision? See, so much to consider.
When love is real, how will I know?