Your Love

Your love is not too kind. It’s a game of hide and seek. 

Why am I stuck searching for something that is no longer there, or too hard to attain anymore? A lot of us can relate to this feeling, of searching for something that has slipped through our fingers. The weight of these feelings is compressing us down.

These feelings are like baggage. We carry them around because they’re still dear to us, we haven’t unpacked because we aren’t ready to let go. We refuse to because we’re still attached. Each item inside is a memory we created, that they permanently engraved. It’s hard. It’s frustrating, and it’s really depressing. But there’s always a silver lining. All these negative feelings are intangible objects that we cannot possess, so why do we allow them to touch us? 

I share this poem with you because I, too, struggle with the concept of love. 

My perception of love is like art. With art, one can learn and one can feel so much.

Art and love are alike in a way. They both unleash various emotions: happiness, anger, confusion, disappointment, bliss and sadness, fear and passion, love and heartbreak, but also serenity. 

Love is a powerful form of art that teaches us things we’ve never known; in a way, it is educational. Take life, for example, the only way we can progress through life is by learning, and like love, we must learn to grow, accept, and understand.

Growth is the tool of magic, realizing that love doesn’t always stay, but its lessons do. In that, there’s peace. When you finally grow, know this: love will return, softer this time. When you're ready, it will feel like home.

To be loved is to love and accept yourself first. We loved to be loved, not too chase for it. 

To me, love will always be a symphony of beauty. Like art, it isn’t meant to be perfect – only to be felt, to be learned from, and to be created again.

Written by: Paige Bell

Graphics by: Valeria Camacho