This thing called love

Everyone is looking for it in different shapes and sizes, we all change who we are in order to be prepared for it. However how many of us actually understand what love is. We talk about it, we laugh about, and we go out in search for it at every single comer. We all have our different reasons for searching for it but deep down the fundament principal is the same for all of us. We all want to feel like we matter to someone else out there, that if something where to happen tom us there is someone out there who will care enough to ask questions.

Sometimes it hurts to love someone with all you earthly strength and for them to take that love for granted, but there comes a time where we have to understand that our desire to be loved and to loved will not always be returned  by the people we would like. Hurt is sometimes the biggest hurdle we have to climb over in order that we may find the rainbow at the end of the storm. Wanting to feel like you matter to someone is not a bad thing, hanging on to someone who purposefully mistreats the love you freely give however is.


Love that is given freely is the best kind of love anyone can give to another person, that’s the kind of love that will last longer than love that needs something from the other person to fuel the fire. Be the person you want to find. 

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