Dear you,
I know. I know about the pain you seal away in conversations. I know about the fears you hide in the shadows under your eyes, that keep you up all night, that you try so hard to hide in the mornings. You laugh at happily-ever-afters and brush past people who still believe in forevers.
It’s okay, you’re just afraid; it’s okay. To you, love is an alien feeling. You’re confused and clueless when people tell you about how lovely it is to be in love. You’re sceptical of all the butterflies they get, and the “electricity”. You often find yourself wondering what it would be like to be ‘enough’, to be loved, to love. You don’t believe in someone who would accept you the way you are, who would love your difficult self, and kiss your flaws till you find beauty in them. You’re too scared to be vulnerable, to be “out there”, because what if everything goes down the drain? What if they wake up one day and decide they don’t love you anymore? What if they find someone better? What if you end up doing something that messes things up? What if, what if?
The truth is, we’re all afraid; some more than the others. We’re all afraid of losing, we’re all afraid of getting our hearts broken. We’re all afraid of opening up to the wrong person. We’re afraid of fighting for the wrong battle. We’re not afraid of love, no. We’re afraid of the uncertainty that comes with love. We’re afraid of risking it all for this uncertainty.
So all of us, we’re just scared individuals, hiding behind our masks, trying to put up a fight against this uncertainty inside our heads that push us to quit every day, every minute of the day. But at the end of each day, it’s our choice. It’s our choice to lie on our backs, wondering what it’d be like, or to take a chance, and believe in something ordinarily extraordinary. So what is it that you’ll choose today?
Love,
Your loving friend.
