We are often told that finding love is like a treasure hunt—that if we just search hard enough, we will find it. But the funny thing about love is that the more we desperately seek it, the more it seems to hide. It's when we are ready to give up that it often finds us, arriving like an unexpected gift.
This isn't a coincidence. It's because true love isn't something to be found; it is something to be built. Love doesn't hide; it stays and fights. It is a powerful force, so strong that it can carry you through life's most challenging storms and all the way home.
But sometimes, even the strongest love can be lost. It hurts when we risk our hearts and they end up broken. Yet, what hurts even more is holding on to something that is already gone, waiting for a love that has already left. When love is lost, there is always a reason. The pain of it may be hard to understand, but we must believe that God takes away what He has something better to give.
Love is a beautiful, perplexing irony. It is so easy to fall into, yet it can hurt you so badly. It opens your eyes to the world's beauty, yet can make you blind to its flaws. It fills your heart with joy, only to tear it apart with sorrow. It's like the air we breathe—we never know it’s there until we feel it, and we never know it’s gone until we need it.
So, what is the ultimate point of it all? The true meaning of love is not to be understood, but to understand. It is not for you to take, but for you to be taken by the moment. It is for you to listen, not to dictate. It is for you to sacrifice, not to demand. Above all, love is not to be measured or counted; it is simply to be given.
Remember that words and hearts should be handled with care, for words when spoken and hearts when broken are the hardest things to repair. Love is a journey of the heart, full of highs and lows. And in the end, it is in our capacity to give, not to receive, that we find its most divine and enduring power.
