They say a realist is a frustrated romantic. Maybe, that’s true.
I am a romantic; A hopeless one.
I believe falling in love turns a gray sky blue.
It makes music lively, visuals vibrant, food richer, smells intoxicating.
Infatuation is a mind-altering state.
It enhances your senses, your mood, and your life.
Falling in love brings you to life.
Love is the only medicine for a broken heart. It’s the only emotion that can conquer hate. It has the power to transform you, change you and make you grow faster and more effective than anything else.
But what happens when you fall in love, you build your world around someone, you make them your everything and then they leave you? Then, you’re left with nothing, right?
Then, it’s the opposite effect. Your blue sky is gray. Music is noise, visuals are dull, food is bland and smells are pungent. The heart ache breaks you down. It’s like an anchor pulling you down.
It sucks the life right out of you.
Is it worth it? Laying your heart on the line; is it worth the risk?
If your happiness rests on someone they have the power to take it away. They have the ability to destroy your happiness.
I just won’t give anyone that power anymore.
But as I write the words, I know before I even complete the sentence that it’s not true.
I will love again, I will break again and then love again.
That’s what hopeless romantics do.