Heart to Heart
I don’t know why I try to deny myself writing about love when I know that’s literally one of the main things that keeps me going in this world. I’m a hippie through and through—peace and love, folks, peace and love. I’ve been fighting myself for two weeks to write something I think others would enjoy reading, but I can’t deny myself any longer. The heart wants what it wants, and the heart wants to write about love.
I’ve honestly been thinking about love a lot lately (not in relationships, ew). To love yourself and to let that overflow in your friends’ and family’s lives is such a beautiful thing. I truthfully do love the life I’ve created for myself, and I’m getting to the point in my life where it’s going to take a very special man to wheezle his way into my life. I’ve spent so much time longing for love within a relationship (ew) that I’ve lost the plot that love is literally all around me. I don’t think friends and family can replace the need or want for romantic relationships, but turning my eyes to God truly does help.
My entire life, I’ve always known that my personality is an acquired taste. I know that I am not for everyone and that I shouldn’t try to fit myself into a box to meet what I think the man I’m dating would like. I don’t think I belong to any one box, really. Maybe my head is more in the clouds than ever these days, but I think the most important thing I do in this life is making sure I pick the right partner, not only for myself, but for my future kids. That’s extremely important to me. Thinking about that solely stops me in my tracks sometimes. I’ve seen what picking the wrong partner does to people, and I refuse to do that myself. So for now, I will be pouring into myself, my friends, and my family as much as I can.
Like life, love is what you make it to be. Just because someone doesn’t want to accept the love you give them doesn’t make you any less of a loving person. It says more about them than it says about you, and that is okay. I used to give myself such a hard time when a guy just wouldn’t let me love them, and now, when I look back on it all, I’m grateful they didn’t allow me to. God protected me from things I couldn’t see for sure. Overexerting myself to love them, only to receive half of what I’ve given them? No, thank you.
I encourage everyone reading to take a moment to reflect on how you can love others more deeply. It doesn’t have to look like a love letter or flowers sent to their door. It can look like a quick text saying you’re thinking of them and are wishing them well. It can even look like praying for them. It can be as simple as sending them a song that reminds you of them (I love it when people do that). It could be simply showing up for something important to them. I don’t know what that can look like for you, but in short, don’t walk through this life regretting not loving someone a bit more.