Love...

​The month designated for the celebration of love is upon us. I’m a hopeless romantic, so this month, this holiday, Valentines Day, has ALWAYS been my favorite. My love life is a bit lackluster as of late, so in this writing, I’ll be sharing (anonymously, of course), the fears and insecurities my peers feel as they enter, or contemplate entering, a relationship.
We’ve all heard the phrase, “it’s better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all”. I used to agree. But as I mature (code word for the phrase, “get older”), I question if that’s actually true. The more my heart is broken or my expectations aren’t met, the more I feel maybe it’s better to have never known love. After all, ignorance is bliss, right?
Recently, a friend of mine rekindled with a love interest from her past. Her beau claims to have had a change of heart. He sees that she is a quality woman and speaks in depth, of his love for her daily. This is what she’s wanted for quite some time. However, she finds herself being afraid to let go and fully trust her heart and his intentions . She’s afraid to feel the same hurt and disappointment she felt on their last go around. The two of them have been down this road before. Who’s to say he won’t bail on her again? The “what if’s“ are preventing her from fully enjoying the present. While she has a past with this man, it’s fair to say, at this stage in the game, we’ve all experienced the anxiety that goes with giving love a second chance.
Love is beautiful, in the way a storm is beautiful. Terrifying and destructive, yet cleansing and renewing at the same time. With storms come rain and with rain, growth. So maybe, the heart breaks of our pasts were an opportunity for growth, for rebirth?
I‘d love to hear your thoughts! Leave them in the comments below!
XOXO,
Miz Cook 💋