I’m always looking for good quotes and this post is inspired by one that I found on twitter.
“Everyone says love hurts, but that isn’t true;
loneliness hurts, rejection hurts, losing someone hurts,
everyone gets these things confused with love”
It’s not love that hurts us, it’s the aftermath, the myriad of confusing emotions that love tends to leave in its wake is what kills us.
Love in all its various forms is made up of all those moments of innocent laughter, the private jokes and secrets shared between two people, the feeling of just being with someone in comfortable silence, caring for someone, the moments of heat and passion, the fights, the tears, the don’t-ever-let-me-go hugs and a million other things that just won’t fit into this limited space.
Love is the beautiful part. The pain comes when it ends. Loss is what causes the real grief. For whatever reason, when we lose someone we love, pain seems to envelop us. And amongst all the sadness, what hurts the most is the memory of all those moments that caused us to love in the first place. The memories of the numerous times we spent with that person: a lover, a friend, a sister, a brother, a parent, a grandparent, anyone we deeply cared about. It is these memories that continuously haunt us, that hurt and scare us the most, these memories we clutch onto with all our might and the fear that we might never have the same thing or feel the same way ever again…