Love isn’t Pink Candy or Colourful Cake…..

It isn’t always pretty, or sweet, or colourful.

Sometimes the heart shape more resembles crossed arms and cold shoulders that want to leave but don’t. That want to shout and scream, but take a breath and dig deep into the wells of humility and responsibility we have to ourselves and each other.

Because love is really the hard stuff.

Sometimes it comes in the form of tears that follow forgiveness.
In the discipline that follows the outburst.
In the cracking deep within when it isn’t returned in it’s full donation.
In the averted eyes that wonder why you hold onto hope when they see hopelessness.

But one thing is always true. It is always worth it.

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