Don’t call me naive for falling in love. And don’t pity me for having a broken-heart. These are love’s condition and the risk I took for that chance at happiness.
Love is for those who can stand up after they’ve fallen. After they’re broken and ruined. It is for those who will open their hearts once more and welcome it either as the stranger they bump into around the corner or as the friend who has always been there.
It is for those who will throw away their masks and show their vulnerabilities. The really courageous ones who are afraid but still go forward. The really strong ones who endure beyond the fear and the insecurities. The kind ones who listen, stay, and pray. The really tenacious ones who always hope for the good and the patient ones who wait for love.
Because until you’ve done and become all these and let yourself fall unconditionally, you have never truly loved. And until then, you’ve never really lived.
I will love as I live.
For the moments I breathe,
my heart beats.
I take a step forward.
For that love I buried.