Love! Are you a criminal? You dare not say no. You can’t possibly be innocent with all that you have put me through. I refuse to accept that. You are a criminal and that is that.
What is Love?
Is it that concept that you dream about. Where this person gets you, through and through. Where they think of you as the most precious treasure they ever had. Where they just can’t live without you. They want to sacrifice everything for you and every mess of yours seem to have been done for a reason. And each and every moment with them feels just right.
Or is it the exasperation that feels you up when you look at them and their every action just irks you. Paranoia is etched deeply in your mental and emotional circuit. You look at them and start ticking the time bomb waiting patiently for the façade to fall of because you think you know and have seen it all before.
Or is it the feeling of totality that embraces you with a fog-like canopy of accomplishment. You don’t exactly get it but you get it. You are not always right but it eventually becomes right. You start out with a fantasy, yet even after it was stripped of, you still had fantasy moments with them. You may probably have started rough, yet again you found meaning, true lasting meaning.
Or is it when you put up with the bull, because it’s easier that way, so much that you become used to it. You act like their words and actions doesn’t hurt you but deep down you know that you are inches away from the edge of crumbling. You intentionally cause them pain and curse them because for whatever reason it makes sense better. You kept at it for that 0.001% population fulfilling your happiness in them.
Or is it making excuses for them hoping that twice is a charm yet knowing without an iota of doubt that they would still mess up again. Regardless of you dotting on them somethings just can’t be changed. And you finally accepting that as your fate.
Honestly, what is love? Really how can it not be a criminal.
Singles, come down from the high. Music doesn’t actually play in the background when you are with them. Flower petals don’t rain down from the sky. There actually isn’t really the right one. There are the compromise-able ones and you would have to weigh which load you can best carry. Broken heart persons, love is actually not always pain. There are beautiful ones. There are sweet ones. But your experience actually happened and the pain is actually real however it doesn’t kill (unless you do it) and you don’t know it all. Couples (off all faucets), it’s funny right. It is thrilling and horrifying right. It is both the sword and balm right.
The best of us don’t and will never know what it is. We will probably never understand it but that is the beauty.
With that being said on this day with all it’s roller coaster emotions at whatever stage or level you are in, remember that you owe it to yourself, to grant that precious little child in you his/her fantasy love. The one where you smiled and was happy, cried and was sad, huffed and puffed your cheeks and was annoyed or angry, the one where you let your emotions run it course without hesitation because you felt like it. Why? Because you have to feel it to be able to give it. Because you have to feel it to be able to receive it.
It’s love month and we are going to steep gingerly into some types of love through out the month. Today’s focus was romantic love because it’s Valentine. I am sure we have all heard ‘you shouldn’t wait until auspicious times to express ourselves to others’ but that doesn’t change the fact that these celebrations makes our lifetime quite eventful. So yes don’t wait till Valentine to wish love but when it is Valentine wish love 😂😉.
Just incase you didn’t receive, hear it from me then💌, I Love you🤟 in all shades💕and styles🥰😍😘.
Happy Val’s Day.
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I refuse to not see life as cupcakes and rainbows 😁😁😁.
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