In the beginning there is love.
So many different types.
Passionate.
Enduring.
Unconditional.
Extraordinary.
These types of love branch off into different emotions.
Happiness.
Excitement.
Craving.
Admiration.
Feelings that start off small, but progress over the duration of time.
Growing. Changing. Evolving.
But as much as happiness can be a part of love, there is also the flip side. The dark shapes of red, then stay hidden but eventually rear their ugly head as the relationship comes to a close.
Heartbreak.
Pain.
Hurt.
A heart that is shattered into a million little pieces.
Sorrowful emotions that feel like a dark, depressing cloud that surround the mind and body.
Bruises. Cuts. Scars.
Open wounds, present for all to see.
But eventually the hurt, pain and heartbreak come to a close. The heart slowly rebuilds itself one piece at a time and the dark cloud no longer exists. The bruises and cuts eventually heal and the scars are forgotten.
Though love does hurt. It should never hurt in the beginning. It should never progress into pain. There shouldn’t be any suffering or feelings of despair.
Love is joyous.
Love is patient and above all…
Love is life-changing.
So why do we continue to be in relationships or pursue relationships with people who hurt us? Breaking us emotionally and/or physically.
Why do we choose to hang on to the one that hurt us the most?
Why love someone who isn’t good for us?
Who destroys our mental well-being and brings so much pain into our lives that it is like being strapped with a thousand knives. Organs being cut up and ripped in sevenly different places and being shot in the back of the chest a million times.
How can we love this person?
Waking up everyday to this person and professing those three little words “I love you.” Continuing to allow our heart to harbor love for them, to continue to care about them and most importantly continue to stay.
Why stay.
1 year.
2.
5.
Or maybe even 10.
Wasted years with a person who breaks down our very core.
Destroying what was once our self-esteem.
Our confidence.
Our heart – bit by bit – until there is nothing left but a gaping hole in our chest.
How can it truly be love?
How can this be described as love? Or…
How can it even be love?
Because they weren’t hated at first.
We thought they would change. That over time they would learn and become a better person. Even though deep down we have always known the truth. They will never change.
Though we hope that maybe one day they will.
That they will apologize for all the suffering.
Sense the lies.
End the deception.
Admit to their own faults.
Awaiting. Praying. Hoping. One day that everything will change.
But can a person truly change, if we are barely able to change ourselves?
Or maybe it’s fear.
The fear of being alone.
Attributing to our emotions and playing with our judgment.
The need for security.
The need for a safe net.
Even though there are noticeable holes in the netting.
But in the End.
There is a silver lining.
The heart will mend.
You will find someone better.
Someone who truly loves you.
EVER SINGLE IMPERFECTION. EVER FAULT. EVER SCAR.
Maybe one day the glasses will come off, and we will see the person they truly are.