Love is the answer or is it?

Once upon a time, I thought love was just a complacent story where it should end up in a

beginning to an ending kind of like a story but what I discovered about love is that it takes

time and effort to start with and no one told me that I would fall in love with someone who

was my best friend for four years of my life and sometimes I may have gotten thrown around

with how his actions never matched his words but as I began to write stories about him I

began to learn more about him and that he likes to take his time on things before rushing into

reality but that was hard for me to accept sometimes because I think we let the fear get the

best of the situation sometimes because we thought letting the world know that we wanted

to be more than friends was supposed to be a secret well I would have liked it that way after

all because I myself have never been good at answering questions let alone asking them but if

I had to start with one it would be this: How do we do that love exists, is it only in the stories,

or in real life? It seems sometimes too hard to tell because for me it seems either the actions

or words are playing out in real life but I struggle to know what could be true and let alone

willing to have the guts to go through with it and I will admit I have doubted this love more

than once because I often thought if I was worthy to be loved by him and if he was worthy to

be loved by me or by anyone and to have to give my heart away to someone who was a

stranger to me at first and then turned out to be a best friend to me but someone I am still

getting to know and I want to find me in real time just because how long can you be patient

until love finds you or until you find love? It makes me think that I was riding love like a

carousel on the street because it seemed to me like a merry-go-round inside of my mind but

quite objectively it seemed to actually make more sense to me in my dreams because we

both never have to hold back because within ourselves we know that somewhere or somehow

love is the answer even if sometimes that logic is hard to come by sometimes but I still am

finding time to trust and believe that there is someone out there who loves me because all my

life I have only known the toughest of love in my family but to see the twist of life teach me a

different definition of love was like a they had something up their sleeve. Would you have

believed that going from tough love to real love was so easy? Well, I guess that is the case

between me and my spur of the moment love interest because as well as I tried to keep this

love under wraps in high school I couldn't deny the connection that I felt in my heart that I

believed was real. So, tell me something, How will you hold my heart in this next chapter? Will

you hold it in my dreams or in reality?

By Rockstar Girl

From: United States

Website: https://wherestoriescansparktheirmagic.wordpress.com/