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An Essay On Why We Love And Lose Love.
Ever lost someone who loved you deeply?
It’s hard to talk about love. Cos we all differ.
We differ in how we’re raised. We differ in our emotional provisions or the lack of it growing up. Therefore we differ in our intimate desires as adults.
It’s why folks with no emotional baggage from childhood or past experiences are the envy of my heart.
It’s beautiful to not need anyone to make you feel loved and special. But it isn’t that those of us who feel that way are ignorant of the fact that we really need no one to feel special.
Cognitively, we do.
We’re well aware that as a human being, we’re self sufficient and within us lies all that we need.
But it’s one thing to know, it’s another to internalise and embody that belief.
So on we go, knowing, yet still desiring to be loved enough to feel special.
But one thing I’ve learned in my funny life’s journey is, those people we label as damaged: the ones we call ‘insecure,’ and the ‘hopeless romantics,’ are the ones who somehow open our eyes to the true beauty and depth of love.
They love deeply, and truly and madly.
