I have two sides. One thought that love is suffering, love requires sacrifices, love filled with pain that shaped two people into something better. It’s not love if you don’t experience the ups and downs. Well, a part of me does think — pain is the origin of love. You can never experience love without having it balanced with pain, loss, and sacrifices.
But the other side of me thought, I’ve suffered enough in love for me to go through this crazy idea of romantic pain and sacrifices. No, I simply want someone to love me wholly, the way I am, looking at me and me only. Even if humans are bound to love, I will definitely cry and start a killing if you fall in love with someone else. Even if it’s for a millisecond.
I want love to be something utterly divine and holy. A once in a lifetime chance. Something you’d sacrifice everything for in order to keep it shining and burning.
Then again I think, you needed those pain and sacrifices — plus forgiveness, in order to feel love.
I don’t know what I want. Do I really need pain in order to appreciate love, or do I deserve a love the way I imagined it inside my mind?
Would it still be love with the absence of pain, loss, and sacrifices?
