Love can either ruin you, or save you.
And I guess people are always hoping for the latter.
Everyone's so quick and willing to be held hostage. To let their guard down, the walls they've spent an eternity building, and be left vulnerable. The thrill, the roller coaster ride of heaven and hell.
The thing they promised themselves they would never do again after the last failed relationship; trust.
To put your heart on your sleeve, you're giving the person the chance to either hold onto it forever and safe guard it in the deepest corner of their heart, or the opportunity to break it into a million pieces.
I've been thinking. What is love if it's not all.
What is it if you're always wondering if there's a chance that it might fail?
What is it if you're afraid that they're gonna do the same thing your past people did to you?
I apologise to those I've told to hold back. To never give in their all.
To always stand a little on the safer side, just to make sure they won't get hurt.
I'm sorry. I was wrong.
But it is also absolutely wonderful knowing that you have a secret place to go to.
A person to run to at the end of a terrible day. Spill every heartburn issue you have to them, and have them share the same pain as you felt. Or joy, whichever the case.
To let a little light in to the darkest corners of your soul. Maybe for a while, or maybe forever.
The secrets spilled, never returned because you know they're worth the risk.
Love is nothing, if it's not all.
Give your all. Feel the pain. Feel the thrill of having another soul, intertwine with yours.
Promise them that your heart is theirs, as long as their heart is yours.
Go for that insanely impossible love story you only read about in books. You can only hope for the best, and never praying for the worst.
Put your heart on your sleeve. Let your walls down. Love hard, love true, love deep.
"It's all or nothing, no place in between"
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