For a portion of my life, I didn't believe in love. And I still have problems with the concept.
I didn't understand how two people could love each other. My mind I felt, had been clouded with so much negativity around relationships, I couldn't believe in them.
Love to me, was corrupted.
It was unrequited.
It was cheated.
It was false.
It was the words someone used to peel away the layers of another and get what they desired.
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We all struggle with the question, how can someone love us?
And this isn't always as bad as it sounds. It's curiosity, simply. The speculation of another person perspective. We don't despise ourselves, we don't find ourselves unlovable. We question how a human being is capable of loving another being so whole heartedly they accept the flaws, the personality, the soul, with the beauty.
I want you to know, love exists.
You will find someone, someday, that will love you full heartedly.
And this will not happen overnight *in most cases.
You will hurt. You will burn. And your heart will break.
You will fall in love, and fall out of love. You will find love, and you will lose it.
But it exists.
