When I was 13, I had a major crush on a guy from my school. He took me to the movies, gave me a goodnight kiss and we dated for a whole week. J When he broke up on my 14th birthday, he left me all heartbroken and wondering how people can be so cruel when all you want is to love them.
That was the first cruel love experience I had and not the last one, throughout the years I discovered that love hurts, love sucks, but it can also be the most amazing feeling on earth. It will lift you up and pull you down, it will make you forget all around you and forgive, and it will make you smile and shine on the darkest days.
For me love is a bunch of moments. It is moments I shared with people I loved. Like the warm hug he gave me before saying goodbye and getting on the train. Or the time we ate cupcakes on his birthday, bite after bite.
Or it is the memory of a hand holding mine, while I was applying for the university and signing the papers, a phone call when I was down, a very patient young man picking up a drunk teenage girl, teasing her instead of shouting.
Two bags filled with groceries being carried into my flat, or the look in his eyes when I cooked his favorite dish. It warms my heart when I look back on all these memories, ‘cause they will always be right here, inside of me.
I can honestly say I know what love is and how it feels. It makes you do the craziest things, makes you find the right words when you feel speechless, makes you promise and believe and give up and fall down and get up again. It makes you get in the car in the middle of the night and drive just to see the face you adore, or keep on waiting and hoping even when his feelings have changed…. Praying to God that he will change his mind.
That was the first cruel love experience I had and not the last one, throughout the years I discovered that love hurts, love sucks, but it can also be the most amazing feeling on earth. It will lift you up and pull you down, it will make you forget all around you and forgive, and it will make you smile and shine on the darkest days.
For me love is a bunch of moments. It is moments I shared with people I loved. Like the warm hug he gave me before saying goodbye and getting on the train. Or the time we ate cupcakes on his birthday, bite after bite.
Or it is the memory of a hand holding mine, while I was applying for the university and signing the papers, a phone call when I was down, a very patient young man picking up a drunk teenage girl, teasing her instead of shouting.
Two bags filled with groceries being carried into my flat, or the look in his eyes when I cooked his favorite dish. It warms my heart when I look back on all these memories, ‘cause they will always be right here, inside of me.
I can honestly say I know what love is and how it feels. It makes you do the craziest things, makes you find the right words when you feel speechless, makes you promise and believe and give up and fall down and get up again. It makes you get in the car in the middle of the night and drive just to see the face you adore, or keep on waiting and hoping even when his feelings have changed…. Praying to God that he will change his mind.
The double morality of love is one of the wonders in life. Contradictions. 2 in 1. Misery and happiness, that’s what love is, that’s what love contains. You never know what side of love you gonna get, it’s like buying a lottery ticket. Win or lose, all or nothing. Double happiness or trouble. Nobody knows what’s in the cards for us and we have to try, choose wrong to be able to choose right.
But when you find it, you’ll know… in the way he gets up from his chair to make you a cup of tea, the way he puts you to bed at night kissing your forehead, the way he looks at you when you’re busy doing something and the way he expresses his love for you by writing love letters.
But when you find it, you’ll know… in the way he gets up from his chair to make you a cup of tea, the way he puts you to bed at night kissing your forehead, the way he looks at you when you’re busy doing something and the way he expresses his love for you by writing love letters.
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