The hardest part of loving someone is having to face the possibility of a life without them. Sometimes I think it’s better to live alone, never letting anyone get closer. You’ll live a peaceful, calm life. Some say it might be hollow, but what do they know. You’ll have your little joys and small adventures. You’ll depend entirely on you.
You won’t learn what it is to try to find your lover feet under the covers on a cold night. You won’t enjoy the quiet resting of your head on someone’s shoulder after an exhausting day.
You won’t know the exciting joy that a three-letter word – Mum – pronounced by a small child can give. You won’t hold your child’s hands on yours wishing that she would never let go.
You won’t lie awake and think of what might happen to the people you love. You won’t want to freeze time just to make sure everything stays exactly the same.
Love is in the small things you share with someone. Love is what connects us. Love is why life is worth living.
Sometimes, Love is unbearable.