If you asked me about love two years ago, I would have laughed in your face. “Love doesn’t exist. It isn’t real.” That’s what I would have told you. Because two years ago, I wasn’t in love. Two years ago I thought love was a myth. An urban legend. To me, love could never be real, it was one big joke. But now, if you asked me…my answer would be different.
Today, my answer would be “Love is something to cherish, not something to be taken for granted.”
Love is something I never believed in growing up. My childhood wasn’t exactly full of love, much less anything resembling love. More like pain and hatred. I used to think that I had done something wrong and that was why I had been abused for so long.
But today I would tell you to treat your love like royalty, because at the end of the day, your world should consist of them at least 50%.
Love is something to take caution with.
You can never be too careful with love. Love comes with no instruction manual and operation booklet.
Love is found….and then usually lost.
