When life becomes a struggle don’t you wish you had someone to share it with? I know I do. When I feel like I can’t write one more paper, take one more test, do one last presentation I need that person to tell me to, “Get up and get it done. You will feel better, then you can go back to sleep.” If that’s what we are going to do *wink*
I look at life and love as a struggle, but two different types of struggle. One you can manage (somewhat), but you know it will all workout in the end and it will be better when you make the necessary changes. Unfortunately when it comes to love that is the biggest struggle of all.
Why is that? Is it because we can never have enough love? Do we even know what love is? How do you know deep inside your heart and bones that you have found the person who will always lift you up instead of putting you down?
I imagine being in love with someone is great. It’s the best feeling in the world. I thought I was in love with someone, but it showed me as I’m leaving my broken heart bleeding on the floor that I truly have no clue what I am doing. It’s just me being available in the bedroom instead of his heart. It’s not his fault, it’s all mine! Believe me it’s all my fault because deep down in my heart I prayed so hard for God to open up to me, to want me. I mean he is the most amazing man I’ve ever known and selfishly I wanted to keep him forever. To take care of him, to support him, and to encourage him.
Yet, I realized that it was never going to happen. I was addicted to him and the ideas of “Us” I had in my head and my heart. It sucks to be filled with so much love in my body that I want to share it, but I just don’t have anyone who wants it, cherish it, and will appreciate it.
Why is that? Would it be settling when you do that or the greatest love you could have ever imagined?
Think about it and let me know. ❤️🥺🥰