To love or not to love? That is the question.
Is it better
to open up and get crushed back down, or to close your self and never take the risk?
To love means to fight. If you make it through the fight of love, you will be
stronger than ever.
To fight always means it could end badly.
That is the catch: you never know how the
fight of love will turn out.
That’s something to keep in mind. It is that
thought that keeps us closed to ourselves.
Who would want that suffering and
pain that may be the outcome of the fight, the humiliation of embarrassing
yourself, the work of trying to impress someone everyday, the over thinking and
the constant confusion when you could just run away from it all.
Shut everyone out so know one can get in.
It
would be nice to love, to let someone know all the thoughts inside your head.
It would be nice, if you knew they would stay forever.
Love is a world full of
mysteries.
Who would choose to love unless they knew for sure the outcome of
the fight would be good.
We will never know all the answers to our questions
about love.
In a way, fear of love makes us cowards and the overthinking makes
us weak. You are careful of every action you make when they really don’t notice
the action at all. Is it worth the fight or not?
