Love is turn you blind, love will then take your blind ass and spin you 762 times in circles, abruptly stop and shove you as hard as it possibly can. Whether you regain balance or not is all on you. The thing is, you can watch everyone around you spinning and stumbling and regaining balance but it isn't until you're in your 76th rotation will you then realize everything you have seen/heard/felt means nothing until YOU experience it. I have found myself in a position where I am on the outside looking in. I have had my fair share of the spins and I have had my fair share of landing on my fucking knees after love basically pushed me to the ground. As I'm looking in on others, and with my own personal experiences in hand I have come to a realization; Love should not, can not, be hard. Sure, it's something you work on. Something you mold into your own but it shouldn't be hard. People have it in their head that love is this war you need to fight and conqueror constantly but it isn't. It should come easily, you should feel at ease when you are in love. There are a lot of things that go into love, but never jealous, turmoil, anger, etc. Love isn't shoving everything that defines you into their own box, it's acceptance, it's giving them your last Oreo, it's covering them when they look cold in the middle of the night, it's working through everything as a unit. Standing on the outside looking in I have realize love is just that, love. &if it doesn't come easy it isn't coming at all.
