“When the concept of love came into existence it was not meant to
dismantle and damage us the way it has; we’ve made it that way.
We twisted, contorted and made love bend over backwards for us
before ever truly knowing what it is. Now we find ourselves incomplete
without it; some are wondering why it still remains and whoever
believes it to be ideal, is foolish. But I think we’ve been doing it wrong.
I think loves intention was to build and not to break, to heal and not to
hurt, to fix and not to frighten. We’ve broken love down into something
with cruel intent: ‘You can have my heart and if you decide to keep it,
you can break me with just one word.’ How did we let this happen?
Love shouldn’t be a mine field we’re treading on and with every step we
take we fear it may soon cease to exist. It shouldn’t be something we
need to bet everything we have on; it is not a gamble yet we will forever
treat it like one. If you want to know if what you have is true, you shouldn’t
have to wonder. You shouldn’t rest your head at night hoping they’ll
still love you the next day. Because true love doesn’t hope. It just knows.”