What is love?
I know this question exists in each human being’s mind including myself. If not, it’s still waiting to be discovered deeply in your heart.
I believe love is a priceless diamond, because a diamond has thousand of reflections and each reflection represents the meaning of love.
Somewhere this generation has lost the true meaning of love, though it has been adulterated.
Love is adulterated, mixed with fake promises, ego, and all we know about how feelings are made in a toy factory, to play with.
People are made to be loved and things are made to be used.The confusion in this world is that people are used and things are loved.
People don’t like love, they like that flittery flirty feeling.
They don’t love love,
Love is sacrificial, love is ferocious, it’s not emotive.
Somewhere, our culture doesn’t love love, it loves the idea of love. It wants the emotion without paying anything for it.
How much longer do we continue to play these games of love and destruction.How much longer do we accept broken promises followed by even more broken apologies. This soul is worn and can’t project how much longer it can stand with the nonsense of people.
There are people, who love truely and sees the pain in your eyes, they stay strong during the hard times even when they have every reason to break down, they keep loving even if you hurt them too extreme, because love for them isn’t the playground of hell or a temporary feeling that will last longer until it’s get benefited.
Love for them is not just a word, their love doesn’t start in April and ends in may. They give their heart,they sacrifice, they love unconditionally.
But some of these people are broken and have been destroyed,Some of them blame to love and some of blame their life.
They don’t understand, they’re broken because of lies, filtered promises. If their love for you depends on what you offer them, it’s not love,
It’s a abuse.
You deserve to be loved for who you’re.
Maybe you will live with the regret of allowing yourself to allow someone to put you so down and use you.
But they will one day live with a regret of putting someone down and using them.
Maybe, you’ll live with the pain of their words. And maybe you’ll live with the pain of seeing them move on and living with someone else. Where they again make a promise of forever after love.
They will one day live with the regret of using the wrong words with you and they’ll move on to hurt the next person.
The places they will go are nothing because they’re empty of emotion.
Their places may be grand but their lives are small, so small.
But, you’re bigger than their words, you’re bigger than worrying about where they’re.
And I know, it isn’t possible to love and part, you’ll wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right,
Love is eternal.