When Love wasn't Easy

when love wasn't easy
what are we going to do about it?
are we going to pretend that love is nothing but a figment of our imagination?
or are we to still cling to the hope that one day... ONE DAY
we'll meet someone who'll fill the void in our hearts...
mend the wounds caused by time and fate's cruel design?

when love wasn’t easy, we learned the language of waiting,
we traced the outlines of promises that never came true,
we held on to words that faded as quickly as they were spoken.
and yet, somewhere in the ache, we still believed—
that love, in all its brokenness, still carried light.

love has always been both a sanctuary and a storm.
it shelters us in its warmth,
yet strikes us with a lightning we never saw coming.
but isn’t that the beauty of it?
that even in its difficulty, it teaches us how much
our hearts can endure... and how much they can still give.

because love, even when it shatters,
plants seeds of hope in the ruins.
because love, even when unreturned,
teaches us the courage of vulnerability.
because love, even when it leaves us bleeding,
reminds us that we were alive enough to feel.

so here are stories, compiled by love—
stitched from sorrow, bound by longing,
painted with memories of midnight tears
and daylight laughter we once thought would last forever.
a collection of truths and scars, of wounds and healing,
of lovers lost and souls that still dared to hope.

when love wasn’t easy,
it became poetry.
and now, these pages carry its echo,
for you to hold, for you to remember,
for you to believe—
that even when love wasn’t easy,
it was never in vain.