May 2019
I used to think that I knew exactly what I wanted in my other half. In the person that I thought I would spend forever with.
As a teenager I used to think that it would be this romantic adventure.
That nothing would ever come between us.
However as an adult with lifetimes worth of pain, and lessons achieved in the first 27 years. I have learnt that this is nothing short of inadequate. This is shallow love that never truly reaches the depth of a person’s soul.
To the raw marrow oh who we are. Where the dark things live, and where the annoying resides. Where we hide all the most uniquely wonderful weird things about ourselves. Only to be taken out later when we choose to stay, we choose to show ourselves to the other.
Love is messy and unkind at times. It is a choice to love a person who is getting on every nerve that you have.
It’s choosing to see all of the imperfections they have and loving them, because those imperfections show they are real, they are honest.
Love is not a fairytale of epic adventures without hardship. It’s hardship after hardship with someone else there to help pick you up off the floor, and dust off the dirt.
Love is not easy. It is hard and it is a choice daily to love them even when, every nerve in you wants them to leave you alone, or to stop talking. Because deep down you know without all of that stuff, without their incessant nagging and annoyances you would be lost, and life…
Would just not be as annoyingly wonderful as it is with them by your side.
Love is not fairytales. It’s grit and grime more out of a scene from tales of the crypt. But it is beautiful and wonderful, and when you find that special person who even when they annoy you, you want to squish them with adoration, you’ll truly know exactly what LOVE actually looks like.
As a teenager I used to think that it would be this romantic adventure.
That nothing would ever come between us.
However as an adult with lifetimes worth of pain, and lessons achieved in the first 27 years. I have learnt that this is nothing short of inadequate. This is shallow love that never truly reaches the depth of a person’s soul.
To the raw marrow oh who we are. Where the dark things live, and where the annoying resides. Where we hide all the most uniquely wonderful weird things about ourselves. Only to be taken out later when we choose to stay, we choose to show ourselves to the other.
Love is messy and unkind at times. It is a choice to love a person who is getting on every nerve that you have.
It’s choosing to see all of the imperfections they have and loving them, because those imperfections show they are real, they are honest.
Love is not a fairytale of epic adventures without hardship. It’s hardship after hardship with someone else there to help pick you up off the floor, and dust off the dirt.
Love is not easy. It is hard and it is a choice daily to love them even when, every nerve in you wants them to leave you alone, or to stop talking. Because deep down you know without all of that stuff, without their incessant nagging and annoyances you would be lost, and life…
Would just not be as annoyingly wonderful as it is with them by your side.
Love is not fairytales. It’s grit and grime more out of a scene from tales of the crypt. But it is beautiful and wonderful, and when you find that special person who even when they annoy you, you want to squish them with adoration, you’ll truly know exactly what LOVE actually looks like.
