Love Is Courage

I’ve been thinking a lot lately.

     To love is to have courage. To truly love other people, to open yourself up to them—it's not for the weak. The people who can love are the bravest souls I know. And honestly? I think I’m one of the bravest people I know.

I’ve been loving people ever since I was born. Love has always been a part of me. For a long time, I was rushing to fall in love, thinking it was the key to finding something bigger than myself. And, like most people, I’ve loved. I’ve loved three people romantically so far.

The first person (S.M)? I broke her heart. The second person (A.M)? We fell out of it, drifting apart. And the third person (M.L)? He broke my heart. I don’t remember much about the second person, but the first and the third—those two will always stay with me.

I respect the first person, my first love. But the third person? I felt so loved by him. I’m not sure if I got love-bombed, but at the time, it felt real. It felt genuine. I felt seen, and I felt loved. So when, on a random Thursday, he decided to give up on me? It shattered my heart into a million pieces.

I imagined a future with him. He had potential—despite all his flaws. But I loved him, and isn’t that the truth about love? “You like someone because you like all of their qualities, but you love someone despite some of their qualities.” That’s what I thought I had with him.

But love is unpredictable. It’s not always sunshine and rainbows. So when he blocked me and ended it, I didn’t know what to do with the shattered pieces. It hurt so much. But, as strange as it sounds, I still feel gratitude for that time we spent together. No hard feelings. In fact, I wonder how he’s doing now. I hope he’s doing well. I hope he’s growing because he has a long way to go.

Even though my heart was broken by him, I will always wish the best for him. And that’s the thing—I’ll always love again. I’ll always open my heart, even if it means getting hurt. Because, somehow, I know it’s worth it.

Grief is the price we pay for love. And I’m strong enough to pay that price. I will always feel the earth-shattering heartbreak, but I’ll love again. I’ll be brave enough to love again. Because that’s just who I am.

But here’s the thing that the third person taught me: I don’t need to rush anymore. I don’t need to rush into love. Love will come at its own pace, whether it ends in heartbreak or something more beautiful. And now? I can slow down. I don’t feel that rush to fall in love anymore. Love doesn’t have to be on a timeline. Also he (M.L), introduced me to Linkin Park, soo yahhh forever happy n grateful for thatt !!!

It’s okay to take it slow. It’s okay to let love happen naturally. I may get my heart broken again, and honestly, that’s a risk I’m willing to take. Because even in the pain, there’s being loved. There’s courage. And at the end of the day, I love myself for it.

So yeah, I’m strong. I’m brave. And I’ll love again.