Love is beautiful, isn’t it? I mean it’s all roses and
chocolates; candlelit dinners and morning coffees; late-night strolls or long
calls. It’s all romance. It means always being in sync with one another, kind
of humming to the same tune on the same key. It’s all about long kisses, warm
hugs and cute pet names. Love is the flutter deep in your belly or the
butterflies swarming therein. It’s about texting all day long just to know how
one is. It’s the quick peck on your cheek and the lingering touch on the small
of your back. It’s the glimmer in your eyes at the mention of that one special
name. It’s the color rising to fill your cheeks.
Love is also the constant back and forth on points disagreed
upon. It’s the disappointment that spills over on friends and foes. It’s the
overbearing patience and tolerance you are forced to exercise. It’s the
compromise forced upon the “not-so-important” things. It’s the ego spewing over
just to show who boss is. It’s the fight for independence or just a simple say
in things. It’s the battle of wits and the spit of the tongue often at times
unintended. Love is caring when you simply wouldn’t give a damn.
Love conquers all. This is a false-hood that many couples
believe in this day and age. Sure it’s biblical so it should be true, right?
Wrong. If you don’t work at it, don’t expect a miracle. Every time I hear of
people who are starting to date whose mindset is of fairy-tale nature, I always
have the urge to shout “Abort mission soldier! Abort mission!” reason being it
will never work if you think like that. I’m not saying we need a world of pure
pessimists. That would be a tragedy; but reality has it that love is simply not
a bed of roses. Of course sometimes it’s rosy but roses have their thorns too.
It’s all part of the package.
Love has taught me one thing, live. It’s so easy to let love
depress you. Don’t be surprised if love causes your stress levels to rise
unbelievably and start hyperventilating. All because it all didn’t turn out how
you wanted it to or how you saw it. Poor rubbish if you ask me. Who certifies
how love should turn out? Who wrote this
horrid script that either makes people leave a totally salvageable situation or
stay in a completely pathetic one? Isn’t it up to us to write our own
Everyone wants the beautiful side of love. Truth is we are
never going to get that without facing the ugly side of love. All the tears,
sleepless nights, days without foods are slightly necessary. However, if the
thorns dominate instead of the rose, it’s time to think about this kind of love
you are in.
