That is the thing, it is about what you very well know you won’t be able to handle, and you go for it anyway. If that isn’t what remotely fits into the idea of love, then I don’t know what does. And this being just one of the mere, still very vague definitions of love. Why do we crave to define this term, anyway? Why does there have to be one or two and not one thousand or two thousand ways of looking at it? Self love being the most underrated of all, and materialistic love being the most overrated, of course.
“What did he get you on your birthday? Just a flower?”
Us humans are so hung up on tangible things, we barely even care about noticing the intangible and how it is something that makes us what we are today, how what is on the inside is something that helps us to survive in this world where everyone just gives a fuck about beautiful faces. Nowadays, things always mean more to us than a good heart does.
Talking about self love and the fact that it has almost vanished, and the little that is left is frowned upon. The most underrated love of all time. How hard could it be? Understanding that the world needs most of it?
But we never fail to let each other down, do we?
The day we fall for hearts and not faces,
the day we crave for sitting in silence and not sex,
the day we choose the depth in the eyes and not the beauty on the outside,
the day we understand the importance of loving ourselves as much as loving them and hold on to it,
That is the day when everything will work in our favour and we’ll realise how it could’ve been that way long ago, only if we had tried to make good hearts our identities, instead of good faces.
‘Love’ is probably still going to remain undefined, till that day too,
but at least out of the one thousand or two thousand rough definitions,
most are going to make this world a better place.