Why is love blind?
Why is it, when you fall
in love all other things become less important?
Money,
Friends,
Issues,
Food,
Breathing.
All these things that
are day-to-day staples become secondary to the all-consuming addiction to each
other when you fall in love.
Is this still the
childish way of taking risks by dealing with the seemingly secondary things
later or does this make a relationship?
Why do we ignore all the
issues, quirks we know will annoy us in later life at the beginning and why do
they become so vivid later on?
No relationship is
certain or in my opinion, forever. Is it really worth the risk? I used to live
for love. Until I was broken. Now I see nothing but future hurt and too much
risk.
I know from experience
it can be worth it and if you find the love you never thought you would
experience, the love you dream of, then take the risk?
Love; perfectly
imperfect love. Kind, gentle, dominant, generous, uncertain, strange, thoughtful,
romantic, twisted, reassuring love.
Love is blind but
beautifully so.
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