Love as a metaphor

Love is something that has to be felt. Love doesn’t discriminate. You can’t choose who you fall in love with. You can’t please everyone in the world. For love to be special it has to be returned. Love is different from the casual encounter after a few drinks at the pub. Love is just that. Love. It manifests in so many ways and you wouldn’t even know it was there. Not all relationships are meant to be. Sometimes you have to take a step back and think are you making the right decision? Do you want this person? Love is accepting the person as they are but you have to be strong in your maturity if you know they’re not right for you. Regardless of the love you have for them to protect your own soul. To protect your own sanity. Love isn’t an adjective. It’s a beautiful thing. Some people can take advantage of the love you have left to give and we can only share so much. Sometimes you have to ask yourself…

Am I in the right relationship? Are there ways I can leave this person without causing them pain? Breakups are hard right? But not as hard as battling mental health issues to the point of self-destruction and fixing yourself repetitively feeling guilty and worthless. If they’re hurting ask yourself – did I listen to her? Did I return the love he/she tried to give me? Was I accepting of her and what she was trying to tell me? Are you wasting your life with the wrong person. Eccentric right? Perhaps? Have you felt love? It’s a shining source – a source of inner power that comes from you. Her love was special and you let her go. You unconsciously knew you hurt her but you didn’t want to. You knew because you kept coming back. You kept her in your shadow. You want her you just can’t admit it because you know of the stigma. You know that others won’t accept the change. But you project your fears into her mind. You push her away from any other source of love or support network because she meant something to you. She was a broken heart but a loving one at that. You knew she was different. You knew it was hard to let her go – but did you understand her? Did you want the best for her? Or did you miss what used to be.

 

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