–This post was inspired by, and written with help from my friend, Ifeanyi “Lizzy baby” McDubus
My love is like a box of goodies which contains everything you could ever want or need. It’s pure, sincerely, loyal, honest, and complete.
I’m not overselling myself. I know this is true, because whenever I love, I’m all in. My love is kind, and compassionate, and caring.
I’m stupid when I’m in love. I lose all sense of reason. When I’m in love, I give my all, and a little bit more. I’d do anything for the one I love. I love wholly, and when I love, I trust. I trust completely.
I guess that’s the problem, because I hardly ever have any luck in love…
It confuses me, really. How can I have so much to offer, and still get taken for granted, and played with?
My love IS everything you’ve ever wanted.
My love might have gotten trampled upon so many times because I’ve been loving the wrong people. People who did not know how to handle so much love; people who did not even understand my type of love; people who did not even have the ability to comprehend the intensity and purity of real love. Children, really, whose only intentions were to play with me.
The biggest favor I ever did myself was to pick myself was to pick myself up from the rubble of the hurt and heartbreak, and move on.
I can say this, though. My love is stubborn. My love is strong. No matter how many times it gets battered up, and bruised, it has healed. And I’ve been able to love time and time again, as passionately and as fiercely as the first time.
One thing I have learnt – and I am grateful to have learnt – from all the heartbreaks,is that I have to be more careful who I give my heart to.
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