Loving someone is a gift that we were granted.
To find our other half, our better half.
To find that someone who helps us become a better person, to grow with, to love, as well as to have that love returned.
It’s all sorts of amazing.
It gives us a sort of meaning in life.
My good friend told me, “You can give someone your world, but you must remember that they have their own world as well.”
And with that being said, it opened my eyes.
It’s true, when you love someone you want to give them your world. You want to give them the peachy crisp early mornings, to the beautiful tangerine sunsets at night. You want to hand them the world that you so desire, yet you can’t force your world into theirs.
You can be the most important piece in their world though.
I really didn’t see this, until he told me that. It was such an amazing thing to think about, because I give the guy my all when I love someone. It’s dangerous for myself because I’m risking my whole heart each time.
Each time you love someone, love as if you’ve never been hurt before.
Each relationship is a brand new experience, with someone new, with new memories to be made.
Don’t punish yourself nor that person for what your past has done to you.
This is something that I’m still learning each and every day. It’s difficult, but I’m proud to say that I’m making progress. I don’t want to be a slave to my past.
Loving someone brings endless happy memories, it brings smiles that leave crinkles in the corner of your eyes. It erases all of life’s worries momentarily.
Yet it’s torturous at the same time.
That knot in your stomach, the anxiety you feel when they’re not beside you.
Knowing that they will never be entirely yours, that they can walk out at any moment is terrifying.
The most precious person that you’re risking so much for.
No amount of money and time will every be enough or too much for that person.
It’s torture when you stay up all night worrying if they’re safe when they’re out, checking your phone every 5 minutes to make sure you didn’t miss a text or a call.
It’s torture when you try to doll up to make sure you’re looking your best, burning your arm as you curl your hair.
It’s torture when you make sure you’re fully shaved from head to toe, moisturizing all parts of your body so that you’re silky smooth for them to caress your skin.
It’s torture when you rush out of the house, rush to see them, and they don’t get as excited to see you.
All of this is torture.
But all of this is love.
It’s amazing. The feelings that someone else is capable of making you feel. The most hatred, jealous, anxious feeling in your gut goes along with the happiest sparkle in your eyes, and the butterflies in your stomach every time you remember your first kiss with them.
It’s truly incredible.