Of Love and Heartbreaks

I was hurt as love and heartbreaks go, and this was my way of trying to find meaning in the pain that I was experiencing. I was trying so hard to convince myself that this was part of the human condition and that I was just part of the collective population that has to go through it at one point or another in their lifetime. I have to say, looking back at it, I am glad my heart got broken because I then learned how to love. True to Ygritte, I knew nothing. 

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Here’s a link to the post: Of Love And Heartbreaks; please read it before continuing.

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I still stay true to my words. Love is bliss, and I believe you can’t quite describe it until you have experienced it in one way or another. You can quote movies all you want, but it doesn’t beat the real deal. I find love to be in the tiniest of things that happen every day. It is in kindness, in consideration, in the really bad jokes that make you laugh, in their subtle presence, or falling asleep on your shoulder in a long bus ride. It is the small things that you might miss when in love that will haunt you when out of love. 

Love is also like a great novel; it is good to read, requires sacrifice, consumes your time, requires attention, and leaves you feeling miserable when you’re done.

Granted, I know that I don’t know everything about love, but I have to say that I am always learning and trying my best, and that is enough for Nyx. As Distortionly said on Tumblr, “If she wanted to cook, I’d let her burn down the house. If she wanted to dance, I would let her wreck the furniture, and if she wanted to scream, I would let her deafen me. I’ve never loved anyone enough to let them destroy me but God, she could take me by the throat and my eyes would sparkle at the mere inches between us.” 

I have talked about heartbreaks for a long time, and now I want to allow myself to feel the bliss of love. It might be labeled insane, but I was never really insane, except when my heart was touched. 

From me to you.

To the August Babies, I hope your birthday month has been happy for you and that you got a chance to rest. May your Wi-Fi never lag when streaming a movie or a game, and may your keys never fall out of your pockets when walking in town. And also, your pizza shall always be hot and cheesy!

What are you waiting for if you haven’t subscribed to my blog? If you have, please share with all hopeless romantics you know – tell them there is some love at the end of the tunnel. Have you not had enough of my stories? Here’s my previous one, where I wrote about seeing women for who they are: Today, I met a woman.

I read this post from Jeanine Rita about her love for a friend: KHAOYA.