No love comes easy, and the way of love is hard to figure out. From the very first day we born, we instinctively wanted the love. Though on the long way, we feel the love devoted by parents on ourselves, and then we started to observe how they loved us, which built up our first image of what love was. we took them as the love of examples and then began to imitate and understood the meaning of love.
Happy people are happy for the same reason and unhappy for thousands of different reasons. The people we met and things we had gone through were totally different from our examples. On the long way of love exploring, we lose, we stumbled down, and got hurt time after time. But there would alway be a hope of love, because we all know how warm love could do us.
we firstly got be loved and knew love is sweet after. we begun our journey of seeking more love and giving our loves. we have no instructions or manuals to guide us how to love. we could not know see through the body to get to the heart. Only with clumsy trying and doing, we open the door of love to let them in. it is a long time effort without a guaranteed reward, but you were still willing to take the shot.
Love is unconditional but not for granted. I knew lots of people would get passion and attraction at the beginning in the relationship, then not long later, they felt their love gone. why that happened? because we have got used to receive the love without gratitude and without thinking the love giver wished love too. love can fix something, but cannot fix everything esp when the heart were broken into pieces.
some people dream to love, but just do not know the correct way of loving. they were kind like the blind in searching the light, without direction, without seeing, only relayed on hearing.
the love of Romeo and Juliet was strong but short. Yeats and his lady was soft but long lasting. maybe a lifelong time could enable us to meet love many times even sometimes you hope one everlasting love is enough, but that would just go against you wish. we can not control the destiny for some times, but we do can control how to love while we can love, we can cherish while we have time to cherish.
no love comes easy as the chances we met was slim, even slimmer when love would be declined by time, by misunderstanding and complaining. nothing is perfect as love always imperfect, I just wanna remain myself,while I have time, while I still have the eager to love, I will never stop my way of loving. hope sometimes when I look upon this diary, I have already have that love.
love is previous as it comes through thorns.
