There are many different types of love. And most of the time, it's hard to categorize them. Our human brain tends to just choose between love and ... not love.
But love is far more complicated than just two options.
'Cause even though we dream of love that's easy... that brings peace... that makes us feel safe, there are also times when we meet love that is accompanied by fear, pain, and chaos. And it sucks.
Because why does love sometimes means letting go?
Why does love have to bid goodbye?
Why does love have to forget?
Why does love have to hide?
Why does love sometimes needs to get used to the absence?
Why can't love get what it wants?
Why are some love passionate and fearless while other love are selfish or unbrave?
Even while writing this thing about love... I am having a hard time finding words to describe what I think about it...
let alone how to end it...
... I mean, how to end this.
❤
