Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies. You expect him to always say the right thing, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. You expect him to calm you down when you’re yelling or to chase you when you run away. You expect so much that you feel entirely, utterly defeated when something doesn’t exactly match up with all your plans. But that’s the thing. Love isn’t a plan. It doesn’t have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end or visible finish line to those deeply in it.
Love is so incredibly messy. People around you can’t comprehend why you do the things you do, or why you fight so hard for something that seems to cause you so much pain, because simply, they can’t see. They can’t see the invisible ring of insanity that surrounds you when you’re in love. It’s inconvenient and painful and devastating at times, but we can’t live without it. We aren't taught how hard love is. How much work it takes. And how much of ourselves we have to put into it.
Love is so incredibly messy. People around you can’t comprehend why you do the things you do, or why you fight so hard for something that seems to cause you so much pain, because simply, they can’t see. They can’t see the invisible ring of insanity that surrounds you when you’re in love. It’s inconvenient and painful and devastating at times, but we can’t live without it. We aren't taught how hard love is. How much work it takes. And how much of ourselves we have to put into it.
Love isn’t him calming you down when you yell. It’s him yelling, just as loud, just as hard, right back at you, right in your face to wake you up and to keep you grounded. It isn’t him bringing you roses everyday or cute things that make your relationship appear more presentable. It’s after a long fight, that drains the life and bones right out of you both, and yet him showing up at your door the next morning anyway. It’s not him saying all the right things or knowing exactly how to handle you. So no, it’s not him caressing your hair and telling you that everything’s going to be alright. It’s him standing there, admitting he’s just as scared as you are. You have to remember that with love, you’re not the only one involved. You’ve unknowingly put your life, and your heart into the palms of another person’s hand and said “here. Do what you will. Smash it into pieces. Or forget I ever handed it to you. As long as you have it.”
Love makes us crazy. It makes us invisible and it erases all the lines that we shouldn’t cross. Because love isn’t about fencing ourselves in; feeling safe, feeling sure about the future. It’s about scaring the crap out of every nerve in our body, but pushing forward anyway. Because all the fighting and all the tears and all the uncertainty is worth it. And ultimately we need that someone to show us that there is a world of difference between feeling ‘happy’ and feeling whole.
Life is a challenge, and so is Love. Things never come easy in life. But with love, you should go ahead and take the risk of getting hurt... because love is an amazing feeling and in the end, it’s all worth it.
Miss Casey Cook! You have such a beautiful way of writing about the most intricate yet simple things in life. I absolutely love reading your blog! Love you girl!
ReplyDeletecookie, i love this post babe. i had no idea you were so good at writing?! can't wait to read more. take care :)
ReplyDeleteSeriously, a big amen to the comments above.
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I love you Casey Cook.
And the man who ends up with you is going to be so lucky. (: (:
I LOVE YOUR POST ABOUT LOVE!!!!!!
this should get an award. or better yet, go into writing 'cause no one could have said it better then you just said it right there. i want everything you said about love in this post and you made me realize the true beauty of love and to see the faith and happiness through it rather then pain and heartache. thank you girl!
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