love is acknowledging hurt. love is knowing pain. love is defining fear. for how would we know light when we haven't stumbled in the dark? how would we appreciate sweetness when we haven't tasted sourness? and how would we truly experience love when we haven't been bruised, scarred, and hurt?
love, sometimes, is a losing game. but in my life, these are what i have come to know: love is continuing to love even if in the end you know that it might just not work - you have no choice but to go on. love grips you in every way possible - you have no chance of escape. love defies logic, sense, and scientific and mathematical formulas and equations - it just wouldn't make sense. love is getting ready to be hurt - inspite of the knowledge that you are tired of it all. love is accepting pain for what it is - you learn not to give up, you learn raise your tolerance for it. love is the gnawing feeling of fear but still, you submit to it - for you know that love, though fleeting, would make you human. love is the biggest sacrifice - you can forget everything you have built for years just for a chance of love. love is accepting the person inspite of the many flaws the person has - for you know that at the end of the day, it's those imperfections in that person that you actually long for. loving selflessly, as you have been taught, is not right. you have to leave something for yourself. but love just conquers every inch of you, the smallest whisp of your soul, the very fiber of your being.
you only know that you love when you have been hurt, when you are in pain, and when you acknowledge that it would eventually end. everything is temporal. everything is fleeting.
intimidating as it may sound, we still love because of and most of all, inspite of.
ciao...
love, sometimes, is a losing game. but in my life, these are what i have come to know: love is continuing to love even if in the end you know that it might just not work - you have no choice but to go on. love grips you in every way possible - you have no chance of escape. love defies logic, sense, and scientific and mathematical formulas and equations - it just wouldn't make sense. love is getting ready to be hurt - inspite of the knowledge that you are tired of it all. love is accepting pain for what it is - you learn not to give up, you learn raise your tolerance for it. love is the gnawing feeling of fear but still, you submit to it - for you know that love, though fleeting, would make you human. love is the biggest sacrifice - you can forget everything you have built for years just for a chance of love. love is accepting the person inspite of the many flaws the person has - for you know that at the end of the day, it's those imperfections in that person that you actually long for. loving selflessly, as you have been taught, is not right. you have to leave something for yourself. but love just conquers every inch of you, the smallest whisp of your soul, the very fiber of your being.
you only know that you love when you have been hurt, when you are in pain, and when you acknowledge that it would eventually end. everything is temporal. everything is fleeting.
intimidating as it may sound, we still love because of and most of all, inspite of.
ciao...
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