Andromeda

"Love didn’t happen to us. We’re in love because we each made the choice to be." Some just love to be in love, but most of the times it has nothing to do with love. To love someone is a choice. Falling love, maybe not so. 

Simple truth that answers a lot of questions. 

Also seems we can't ever trust someone completely that they will never make up their minds and choose something else instead. I see now how my idea of love and complete trust is just movie and fairy tale induced delusions. Unless you find someone who shares your delusions.  And even if you find someone like that it would probably fade as quickly, because it won't be as pretty, clean and nice. There will be pain and struggle, and ugly truth of who we try to hide from all the people around us, at work, our "friends" and families. We want only beautiful walks aside lakes, flowers, passion, laughs and holding hands. Of course you can try to attempt to have that all the time, but life is not that pretty at all and it will sneak in arguments about completely stupid things, we will hurt each other just because we can't really see through other persons eyes and we can't feel what they feel. We can try our best to explain, but it won't work, because you can't dress feelings and emotions in words. They will see what they know and feel anyways. 

Love for me is to accept other person and to be willing to at least try to appreciate who they are. For me it is choice to ignore the imperfections the best way I can, though I also know that I would fail at it a lot of times, because I'm not perfect too and sometimes those ugly things, those imperfections and struggle how people attempt to work through them seem to me more beautiful and deeper than fairy tale stuff.  

What do you do when you choose to love someone and they choose not to? You walk away too? Normally people do, right? Love is just tricky business for your heart and your mind too. The one that screams, that trust is broken and pride is hurt. Or is it heart that tells us those things? 

If love was a business, a tricky one, but business, we would say - risks can pay off, right? I'm not sure I like such risks anymore. Being broken changes how one threads through life.