What is it to have loved if there is no story to share
No memories, no reminiscences of tears, joy, moments, all blended together in one brilliant canvas
What is love, if it was perfect, unflawed, unblemished
What is love if not always changing shape and shade, sometimes unhurried and sometimes breathless
What is it to have loved if you do not fail at it, fall short, feel stupid, feel lost.. cheated
What is it to have loved if you haven’t wronged as much as you have been wronged
What is love if its pain can’t make you see the colors more vividly, feel yourself more deeply, bring out the worst, bring out the best
So isn’t it better to have loved, suffered and experienced than to have feared, played it safe, attempted perfection
Beyond a point, making things work is an attempt to deny the dark clouds.. deny the rainbow and believe we can choose the version of blue the sky takes each day
So let go…
It is not about making a success of love or having worked hard to make it a success
These are attempts at perfection and success, which are in themselves an illusion
To fall in love, show up each day, do your best, fall and rise again..is the only way
To have loved in itself is the greatest of all experiences