01 || 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀

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Marriage. When two people love each other so much, they decide to make it official.

A vow for a vow, exchanging ones promises to their beloved.

A ring for a ring, symbolising a pledge to faith.

Yet sometimes, that faith is neglected. At some point in the journey, those promises became empty.

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Love, no doubt, is everywhere. The caress of a hand, the look in someone's eye, the tense air in the atmosphere in a moment of passion. It is absolutely everywhere.

It is on television, it is in the local streets, it is in the coffee shops, and, although indistinct to us, inside every person. Even if it was buried far deep beneath the surface for some people, like me.

I don't hate love, I could never. but I do however, despise to concept of the topic. Or I guess, more the qualifications and sacrifices that come with love and loving.

And when I say loving, I don't mean the simple-ness of a "hey, I love you." that you'd generally say to your friends and family. No. That love is totally different.

Pouring your emotions out to someone, being entirely vulnerable in those moments, giving your absolute all to that person, body, mind and heart... and expecting them to make such grandiose decisions in return?

That.

That's the kind of love I could never even begin to come to terms with. It can be scary. Terrifying even. Allowing yourself to be so unguarded by wearing your heart on your sleeve, free to all the harm in the world.

And yet? Out of every place that the harm could possibly come from, it came from the one you adored the most. Adored, treasured, loved.

Yeah I get it. I now understand why so many people are closed off to such a simple yet painfully intricate emotion like love. Showing love, giving love or even being loved.

I never understood it before. But I guess I had the lower hand the day my own mother ruined every single hope and dream i've ever imagined about love.

I couldn't stay mad at her though, because she shaped me into who I am today.

Your average uni kid with average grades who had a rebellious urge to get tattoos and piercings that her mother never wanted her to get, solely just to piss her off.

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