Finding Love

Posted On June 30, 2020

All this time I have wasted, questioning where love is, why it is not for me. All this time I have analysed my imperfections, used them to define me and concluded I was impossible to love. That I could not make anyone stay. That I was a craving but never a desire.

All this time spent looking in the wrong directions.

All this time, I have been loved. I have found love.

I am in love with my independence, the everyday adventures in which I find myself. I am in love with those who have stuck by my side for years, those who have propped me up when I was collapsing, those who told me that I’m not hard to love, no. Instead, that I am the easiest person to love. I am in love with learning, in love with the growth I experience daily. I am in love with my decisions, my repercussions, my mistakes. I am in love with my smile, the light in my eyes, the cheekiness in my soul. Even the darkness in my mind.

All this time I waited for my heart to beat for one stranger. But all this time, my heart has been pulsing, throbbing with passion for my greatest supporters, the people and places I surround myself with. The homes that build me and keep me safe.

I may not know romance, but I do know love.