i grew up learning that love was a strong feeling and that if you were lucky enough to have it, you would be satisfied in life. i saw it everywhere. my parents relationship. on the movie screen. middle school hallways. it was everywhere and it was easy.
as i got older, love became more high maintenance. it could only be retrieved under the sheets or if you let out too many emotions that it scares people. i learned that love is getting screamed at but accepting it because you are more afraid to be alone than to have everlasting trauma. i learned that love is found in private but never in public through midnight texts and walks of shame the next morning. i learned that love is only present when you are to your absolute breaking point and you let yourself slip a little too much. i learned that love can be found in tears shed onto the bathroom floor from a person who’s heart was just shattered. i learned that love has an expiration date when times get too tough and past demons are too much to handle.
i hope you have learned now that love isnt like the movies. love is one-sided and it is not kind. love takes the happiest people and turns them into the thing they never wanted to be. the three words hold the power to manipulate, lie and be unfaithful to anyone who it’s chooses as it’s victim.
if you are lucky enough to find what the characters in the movies have, hold onto it. i don’t know what it is, but it isn’t love.
