What is love?
How does it feel to love, or be loved?
I don't know, I think I never will. Sad to say I must admit but it's how I feel. Maybe my standards are to high, or my generation has jus declined, given up on romance.
I grew up believing that everyone is perfect the way they are, and that everyone deserves to love and be loved. I grew up submerged in fairy tale love, the one where the princess gets the prince, I grew up believing that love was going to be easy but its not.
I neither have someone to love that loves me back, nor do I love myself, some people say you can only find love when you truly love yourself, when you're confident, or when you're at your best, others say you attract what you desire and manifest. I don't think I can ever believe that, I've tried manifesting love, it didnt work, I've tried loving myself, but every time I look at myself to say "I love me all of me ", I've ended ups finding yet another thing to hate and try to fix.
The question for me is how can I start to love myself if no-one shows me that im worth it, because im tired of trying and having no success im tired of believing they like me and end up getting hurt and heart broken.
This past year I have matured, there is no doubt in that, I know now that love is not easy, love is hard it takes time and work, dedication and devotion. I still like to believe that there is someone out there made just for me, the child inside of me still hopes that one day a prince will come to save me.
But I know that's not true.
I've learned with my experience that im worth liking, or taking up an interest in, because im somewhat good-looking apparently, but im not worth sacrificing things for, im not worth chasing.
Im not worthy of love, that's what life has thought me.
Im a hopeless romantic.
I like the books about love,
I like the movies about love,
I like the songs about love,
I dream of love,
I hope of love,
Everything about love fascinate me because I long to have love I long to feel love, yet I know I never will.
©Isabel Andrade
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