Everybody loves writing about searching for love, about the inevitable journey that we all go through, searching through years and faded memories for the one who will stop time and cover us in love and tranquility. But no one writes about what happens after you find love. What changes? Will you still be the rebel that breaks rules in the name of love? Will the fire inside you diminish? We all believe that love will make us experts in feelings, that it will make us wise. But after finding love…I believe that you will become clumsy and at times even more reckless than before. You will stumble over feelings and uncertainty and knock your head against walls of mistakes. But for every petal that will fall down from your flower, another will grow back. Love is hard and at times painful but it’s also beautiful and capable of filling every crack in your soul with gold. It will make you scream and drown in oceans of tears but it will be the only thing holding your feet to the ground while your head is in the clouds. After finding love you slow down and enjoy the road.
M-ai luat de mana, ti-a lipit buzele de gatul meu, ti-ai asezat inima ta peste a mea si ti-ai trasat initialele tale cu degetul pe spatele meu. Mi te-ai daruit in doze mici si cu pasi marunti. M-am indragostit de tine la fiecare pas. Ai devenit scaparea mea dintr-o lume imbibata cu ura si egoism, mi-ai oferit un loc in pieptul tau si m-am scufundat prea adanc in inima ta. Pentru mine tu esti paradis etern.
It’s not about them or about anybody else, it’s about you! You’re so afraid of commitment that you can’t think straight. You just think that the other person will appear and magically make everything better. They can’t do that, they’re only human! Don’t indulge in sappy, romantic ilusions that have been imprinted in your mind by hundreds of rom-coms, that’s not what love is about! Love doesn’t consist of boxes of chocolates, drunken sex, pebbles in the window, and romantic kisses at the airport. Love is about sacrifice, about putting the other person first, it’s about the fights you have, the tears you spill, the doubts that somehow creep inside your mind, the late night talks and every other small thing that makes love beautiful. And even if sometimes it may hurt, it may make you insane, it’s all worth it. And if you’re gonna start running from love just because you think it’s supposed to be some magical, sparkly, pink potion that will make you fly above cloud 9 then you’re gonna miss out on an amazing ride through life.
I am my own person. I am the one I’ve created. I am the green tea that swirls my tongue in happines, I am the music that blasts in my ear and holds me tight when no one else does, I am the sweet hugs I give my friends, I am the advice I have given and have received, I am the mistakes I have made, I am the clothes I wear that aren’t quite fashionable, I am the fake smiles that paint my face, I am the stories I write, I am the dreams I have, I am the pain and happiness that I feel, I am the voice in my head that I have conversations with when no one else is around, I am the love I feel for people and earth, I am the joy I feel when I pet a cute cat or dog, I am the books I read, I am the flaws that embrace my body, but I am not the things that people say about me.