Letters to Love, Time and Death

Dear Love

Dear Love,

I'm not sure how to start this, because I haven't met you in all your variety yet, but I'm gonna give this a try.

Love, you are everything. You are the feeling I get when I see my family. You are the warmth in my stomach I get when I make people smile. You are all the thoughts circling in my head when I'm thinking about certain persons. You are the power which is able to make people happy, make them forget about silly things, make them love each other. You are the contrary of hatred and multiple times more effective than it.

But Love, sadly you aren't only kind and friendly and warming. You can be rough and mean and heart-breaking. People cry because of you, they suffer because of you. You haven't the power to make everybody happy, 'cause that's impossible. Sometimes, when you're making two individuals happy, another individual has to suffer. It even suffers when there is no other individual for the favored individual, if you know what I mean. I know you aren't doing this on purpose or because you don't like the suffering individual. You're just doing your job as best as you can, and therefore I am thankful. But Love, it still hurts. Just try to not make it that hard for such a long time, that's all I'm asking for, in the interest of everyone.

You know, it's because of the fear to get hurt that so many people are afraid to let you in their life. So many of us like what we hear about you and just want to know what it is like to have you around 24/7. But so many of us also hear about things you're doing to good people what makes them sad and cry and they seem to never be happy again. I know, sometimes they are being a bit over-dramatic, but nevertheless you hurt them. And it is a kind of pain noone can recover from with medical treatments or something like that. The pain you are causing is an inner pain and nothing can speed up the healing process. Nothing, except of you, Love. Of course, you are the reason why one suffers, but you are also the only option to stop the pain. If one suffers, for example because of a break-up, a part of you vanishs and another one appears. You present yourself in a friend, a mother, a sibling or even in a pet. You're not letting us alone, especially in times we think we are. You are always there, sometimes we just don't recognize you. If you aren't giving us what we think we need at the moment, you show up as something or someone else. Indeed we aren't completely contented, but we are feeling better. You make us feel better, no matter what you've done to us before. Even a little tiny sign of you gives us hope, gives us happiness.

Thank you, Love, for always giving us something. Maybe you can practise the distribution a little bit more often, but don't feel oppressed. I am looking forward to your next strike, your next move, your next surprise.

Sincerely

Melina