The burden of love

People say love is beautiful. That love is a feeling of being reborn a thousand times over. It's hope and probably looks like sunflowers when they bloom. But people also say love is a burden. It is dying multiple times and still continue to breathe. Its like the death of hope and withering sunflower fields. Well, I guess love is both. Love is being heard, being seen, it's the glass of water on your table when you get back home from work. It's your favourite dinner served on a Thursday night. And love is also the hallowness that seeps in when you let go. Loving too less is like locking the door even when you see your postman on his way with that letter you really wanted. And loving too much is knocking on doors that someone locked while you begged to be let in. To love is definitely going out to your favourite Chinese place. It's tagging with them to a party and blushing when they tell people who you are. But to be in love is really to love them when they hate every part of themselves. To be in love is to know and to understand that they are not going to survive every battle with a smile. It is really believing that they can be better when the world tells them otherwise. To see them as people who had a life before you and not just as who they love. To be in love is to acknowledge that you will make mistakes and so will they. And it is a choice of staying when all that is to collapse collapses. It is the choice to feel how you feel and say it. The choice to hear how they feel. It is a choice to get better. Learn and grow. It is the journey of opening up to someone and putting your faith that it will not be to your disadvantage. It is to have enough faith in yourself to know that letting someone in is not going to push you out of that umbrella of protection. It is courage. It is work. Hell lot of work. It is a hell lot of work to know and accept that to be in love is a full time job that pays you in multiple ways, known and unknown. That when you learn to embrace it, nothing is more comforting than it's embrace. It embraces all your dreams. Love envelopes all your fears not because they vanish but because someone behind you gets you your favourite takeout evne after your hundredth failed attempt to overcome it. Love gives you hope that you're going to live the best life out there because someone told you this morning that they know you can do it. So yes, the burden of love is immense. It is dark and you never know what's on the other end. But that burden is a choice that bears you great fruits. Fruits that last a lifetime and maybe even across lifetimes. It's a choice to replant your garden with whatever the hell you like when the sunflowers just won't bloom. 



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