When I was a little girl, I thought love was easy. I watched all those Disney movies, I read so many fairytale stories, and I imagined myself in the high heels of a princess, with my prince coming in to whisk me away to my happily ever after. It seemed beautiful, at first.
But then I learned about love, about real love.
I learned about what it’s really like to have feelings for someone—feelings that make you excited and nervous at the same time, feelings that give you butterflies and anxiety and a craziness spinning around in your head.
I learned that falling in love with someone isn’t textbook. It’s not like all the stars align and everything in the universe falls into place. It’s messy and strange and frustrating and beautiful.
I learned that there isn’t a perfect guy, or a perfect girl, and two people won’t create this flawless, only-in-the-movies type of relationship.
And I learned that love isn’t easy, and it shouldn’t be.
Real love is two people, with their different lives and thoughts and feelings and expectations somehow finding each other. Real love is a dizziness, a confusion, an overload of emotion.
Real love isn’t easy. And If I’m being honest, I don’t want things to be easy.
I don’t want things to be easy between us. We are two different people who don’t, and won’t, see eye-to-eye on every single thing. I don’t want things to always be simple, for us to always agree and never argue. I don’t want us to be two people that live this fairytale type of love, because that’s not real love.
Real love isn’t easy. It’s fighting and driving one another crazy. It’s frustration and confusion. It’s moments of good and bad, moments of pure bliss and pure chaos. But it’s choosing each other, despite that mess.
Falling in love doesn’t mean you meet someone whose life and perspective perfectly aligns with yours. You won’t get into a relationship with someone who will always treat you right, always do what he or she is supposed to, always make you laugh and never frustrate you.
You won’t find perfect because love is imperfect.
I don’t want an easy love. I don’t want a love that is fake and structured and boring—I want something real, messy, complicated, and passionate.
I want the challenge. I want the real and raw emotions that come with falling for someone. I want us to disagree and argue, frustrate one another and challenge each other’s perspectives.
I want things to be as they are—not like a Disney movie or romantic fairytale.
I want things to be real because we’re real. Because we’re imperfect. Because we’re us. And I wouldn’t change that for the world.