It’s been a while, you think. Since you’ve heard those sweet words. Felt the electricity in its lingering touch. And saw it flicker
like flames in the eyes of another. For ages now you have been locked up. Caged
in whatever shells, the fear of the past has used to barricade your heart. It’s
not like in those years you were without love. You were with it, but you simply failed
to recognize it. And when you did, you found that it was within you. Always had
been, just waiting to be expressed. You were bare, flawed, and human. Yet you were
selfish enough to love yourself, even with your ugly flaws staring right at
you.
You stood up to your mistakes. Drank from the knowledge well of experience. And dressed yourself up for the future. Now that you have seen it again, heard it speak and felt its warm embrace. Do not forget all that you’ve learnt before about it. How easily your heart could be crushed like an egg. And how it would mean nothing to the destroyer. Now that you can love again. Don’t forget so easily, what manipulative ways deceit can present itself as Love. How great its havoc are and how many dreams it killed. Now that you think you have found love. Don’t forget your first love. Christ who died for you on the Cross, and resurrected once again just for you. And this time, love does not promise not to hurt. It promises to teach you with pain. So you would know that it is not always what you think it is. Maybe then, you would choose to grow up. And realize that butterflies and kisses is not what love is.
You stood up to your mistakes. Drank from the knowledge well of experience. And dressed yourself up for the future. Now that you have seen it again, heard it speak and felt its warm embrace. Do not forget all that you’ve learnt before about it. How easily your heart could be crushed like an egg. And how it would mean nothing to the destroyer. Now that you can love again. Don’t forget so easily, what manipulative ways deceit can present itself as Love. How great its havoc are and how many dreams it killed. Now that you think you have found love. Don’t forget your first love. Christ who died for you on the Cross, and resurrected once again just for you. And this time, love does not promise not to hurt. It promises to teach you with pain. So you would know that it is not always what you think it is. Maybe then, you would choose to grow up. And realize that butterflies and kisses is not what love is.
Love is tired of
you blaming it for toxic relationships. It had nothing to do with those. It is
never the cause of such misfortune. Love is tired of days like Valentine when
its name is made redundant by those who do not understand it, yet proclaim it
with all of their heart. Love is asking not to be blamed. When two people who come
together for selfish reasons, decide to split and go their own separate ways. Sometimes
love sits quietly and does not say much. But it happens to do the most when it
is needed. It cheers you up without you even asking. It has your back and
protects your secrets. Love is that friend, blunt as hell that tells you the
truth. About how lazy and undisciplined you are, and if you don’t take care,
you would end up on the streets and die there out of hunger. Love respects that
your decisions are your own. Even when they are wrong and they do not share the
same beliefs. And when these decisions fail you. Love gives its comfort without
jeering at your faulty thinking. Love knows it doesn’t have to knock on your
door every day. Or call you 200 times a week. It has your heart. So it is not
insecure but comes whenever and wherever it is needed. And to those searching,
stirring deep waters to find it. Love is confused. Because it has always been
in you and with you. Showing itself when you treat others the way you want to
be treated. Love is not a trade by barter. Love is simply that which you do
without gain that is of great benefit to another. Now that you think you have
found love again, ask yourself is this really love.
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