Friday, 22 February 2019

I am careful with my hope

love, trust, hope, faith..
What do these things mean to me? How do I use them?

love is when you admire someone and you want more of them and you want them to want you.. I believe that there are different types of love, but the love I'm writing about here is relationship love..

Love does not necessarily mean trust, one's love for someone might turn them into possessive overprotective people and that is the absence of trust.
Love may not necessarily have faith. one might not see a future with the one they love and that is the absence of faith..

In life, in my life I have loved, not allot but I have had atleast 2 relationships where I was truelly in love. One where love just wasn't enough to make it work and the other where love was based on vanity and materials.. Ofcourse love is common but true love is not easy to come by, true love is the kind of love that sets your heart on fire, the kind of love that just makes you want to risk it all. Not to confuse true love with lust ofcourse. When you are truly in love you just want to exist in the other person's life, you want to be there with them, for them, around them, you want to be a part of his life..

But when you give your all and get burned you lose hope.
I thought that this love was the love that lasted forever, I trusted him and all the dreams he sold me, I had faith in the love he said he had for me and most of all I had hope.. Hope is what keeps love alive, hope that it will last, hope that he'll keep his word, hope that the universe wants you too to be.. when hope is alive love is alive..

When I was burned by love I lost hope.. it wasn't a bad burn, just a first degree one, I healed pretty quickly because "I'm a boss Bch" but I lost hope..

I love, I continue to love but I love carefully, guarding this love, guarding my heart, guarding myself. I know not to involve hope, because once hope comes alive shields fall and once shields have fallen love is broken and hope is lost..

once hope is lost and found again it comes back different, bruised, and each time hope is bruised the more vulnerable love becomes, the weaker it becomes..

I am careful with my hope..

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