𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮..

Love is more than just an emotion. it’s the force that pull two people together, within growth to a feeling of being home. it’s a feeling of being seen, and having someone choose you again, and again.

love is beautiful, not because it is easy, or because it should always be smooth, but because it is real. it isn’t always obvious calling in our face, it is sometimes sitting quietly in the background when we try to reflect as our lives rush by. family, friends, they can surround you, but love, is something deeper, being in love is something deeper, it is having courage and commitment.

is it a thing to fight for someone, not because one is desperate, not to convince someone of your love, not to chase someone but to , honour and value the bond. love shouldn’t slip quietly in the night, because times get hard, you fight when the love is equal. you fight when the love is real, rare, and work together through the fears and the doubts. my dream is to look back with someone, to be able to memorise the difficult patches and say truly in our heart, we believed and we did it. but is there a love out there like this?

love isn’t excused, it shouldn’t be made to feel like it’s impossible, the world is a hard place, but when the heart wants to stay, and two people feel the same, why bring excuses, why bring pain, when bridges can be built together… for a lighter end can be made together. a story should end with ego, and fear, the ending should be the love, waiting for the new chapter.

loving someone shouldn’t be difficult, it should have challenges, it should raise and grow as though we are planting a flower to bloom, not to break the plant, but to shape it and watch it grow beautifully and flawlessly together.

i don’t want to be in a war within love, i want to fight for a home in love. when you love, it’s honourable, and together in your hearts you make a home.