Loving is heavy.
Love hurts, constantly.
It’s a whirlwind, a mushy , confusing, strenuous, heart warming whirlwind.
Occasionally I find myself wishing that I were different. I wish I didn’t feel so much, feel everything, always, to its core.
I wish i weren’t so tender, or that I love so hard because it has made me soft, it has made us soft…however I believe softness is not weakness, it takes courage to stay delicate in a world so cruel.
I wish I cared less, it would spare us the heartache. But I love, so deeply, so profoundly it aches because the thought of ever losing you , of ever losing this is frightening. I don’t think I’m ready for that, honestly speaking… I don’t think I’ll ever be.
So I urge you to feel this, all of it, indulge in it. A feeling so pure, that you will not find elsewhere.
Loving is hard.
Love hurts, but I wouldn’t have it any other way…