Pretty Little Fears

I ask myself, "Why are you so afraid of love?"

But I'm not afraid of love. I'm afraid of the heartbreak that always seems to follow. The loss. The yearning for closure I will never get. The vulnerability. The launching into the unknown. However, it's the same heartbreak that awakens my strength. That ignites a fire in me. A fire built on the passion of love that gets transformed into creativity and wild ambition. Then I ask myself, "Why do you run from love to avoid a heartbreak that only brings you closer to yourself?"

For this reason heartbreak is just as beautiful as the love that came before it. We don't lose love when we are heartbroken. We are heartbroken because we have so much love inside of us. But when the person we love leaves, what happens to the love inside of us? It doesn't just disappear. It transforms into a greater love of self because that's all you have left. Show me a heartbroken person and I'll see a person of strength, passion, and creativity.

Having known the depths of heartbreak and the power that exists there all too well, I wonder if in the end I am afraid of love. Because its not the heartbreak that makes me feel weak but the gradual fall into love.

There's vulnerability waiting on the line between like and love. The line that determines how long and how far you go with a person. The line that unites two people together and demands acts of unselfishness. The line that ultimately could mark the end of a beautiful friendship. And once that line is crossed, there is no going back.