This doodle made me think about LOVE. You probably have too thought about love. We’re all always thinking about love even when we don’t call it by its name. We think about the love that we’ve had and won and that we’ve lost.
We think about the love that could have been and would have been, and never meant to be. But lately I’ve been thinking about how to love better and more in a good way. Some say that joy and happiness are the fruits of love. Others determine that love cannot exist without pain.
Love is about giving and receiving, tears and laughter, living and dying; love is about sacrifice.
“I don’t want to be a sweetheart, I want to be the fucking love of your life,” – Americanah.
“We accept the love we think we deserve,” – The Perks of Being a Wallflower.
“You are what you love, not what loves you,” – Adaptation
I love these quotes, I do very much. I think of them and how they are mostly about how we wish to receive love, or not receive love. Or they’re about that space between the love we want and the love we have. But they always seem to be about the subject –the other and love. Not me, not you – not what we love or what we give in love, but the other. I hope it is making some sense.
My love is a confession of my character, let the people who I love tell the world who I am. And even if and when those people cannot return that love in the same way, let it speak of the beauty and the resilience of my soul. And last but most certainly not least, let my love be the most spectacular thing about my life.
And I’m not just talking about loving someone, anyone. I’m talking about becoming the kind of person and being the kind of love that says, “Yes.” The kind of love in which you confess that you are hopeful and beautiful and sacrificial and exceptional and always a little bit or a lot, afraid. But still always ready to let your love be spectacular – risks considered, foolishness felt, rarity endured. If we do this, how can we not love better?
Love is the sun that shines brightly throughout my day.
Love is the gravity that holds me down in every way.
Love is the moon that shimmers through my night.
Love is the star that glimmers oh so bright.
The ‘heartfelt’ love defines me!
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