What I’m learning is that there’s never a clear answer, never a right time, or perfect moment. When you are ten you picture love to be this uncomplicated simple thing that happens to you when you reach a certain age. But, love hit me at 15. Love didn’t just come with flowers; he came with bruises and scars. Love didn’t just come with “I love you”, he came with “ Can we break up?”
Love didn’t come with a perfect personality, filled with only joy; he came with baggage and wounds I only saw. But, at the end of it all, I started to walk again, I picked my head up. Four years ago, I was falling in love with a boy who was soon going to break my heart. But, it was worth it.
Right now I’m drinking coffee in a coffee shop a state away from home, and I think I’m now just processing how love doesn’t just come to you when you want them, love comes to you when you may not want love.
Love doesn’t come when you have it all together, love may come when you just got out of a complicated relationship, and you are swearing off men. Love may come when you are transferring jobs out of state.
But, that doesn’t mean that you don’t need that love. Love has no perfect timing, so grab it when you can. Remember it’s okay to be a hopeless romantic in a world that’s against feeling anything at all.