Chapter 2 : What I learned About Love

 Love is not only heart racing, 
the butterflies, 

or the moments that make the world feel brighter.

Love is also lessons - subtle,

Sometimes painful, often invisible until you've lived

Through them.

From that relationship, i learned that love is about communication.

Not just the words we speak, but the honesty behind them, the courage to say what we feel, and the patience to lsiten without judgement. 

I didn't know that then. I thought love was silent devotion, waiting for the other to understand me without me having to say a thing.

I was wrong.

I also learned that love require trust.

Trusting that someone else can hold your heart without breaking it, even when they are flawed, imperfect, and human.

I tried to control love, to make it match my values, my expectations, my vision of "perfect".

I didn't realize that doing so only strained the very thing i wanted to protect. 

And above all, i learned that love is about respect. 

Respecting the other person's choices, their space, their individuality. 

I thoughtlove meant molding someone to fit the shape of my heart, but love is a mirror - it refelcts, it honours, it holds - but it cannot force what is not willing.

I learned this lessons slowly.

Sometimes, i learned them too late.

Sometimes, the cost was heartbreak, guilt, and longing.

But even in those painful moments, i was learning to understand myself - my capacity to love, to forgive, to feel deeply, and, eventually, to stand alone without losing the essece of who i am.

Love is a teacher. 

It will not always give you what you want, but it will always give you what you need : awareness, growth, and the courage to be honest - with yourself and with another.

Chapter 1 : How I fell

 I fell in love before i fully understand what love was.
I was young, hopeful, and perhaps a little naive.

I didn't knowthen that love is not only feeling - 

It is also awareness, patience, and choice.

I was drawn to him in ways i couldn't explain. It wasn't just his gentleness, or the intellignece in his puppy eyes, or the way he carried himself with respect or the charisma in him - it was the quiest certainty that made the world feel safe when he was near.

In His presence, i felt seen, understood, cherished. I felt like a princess, even in the smallest moments : a message that carried thoughtfulness, a gesture that respected my space, a conversation where i could speak feely without fear of judgement. 

Love at that age felt pure, almost sacred. I didn't know then that imperfection could appear as perfection, or that the heart could be so devoted it forgets to protect itself.

I didn't see the cracks yet.

I only saw the parts that made me want to stay, to invest, to give, to hold on for as long as my heart could manage. 

And so i fell.

Deeply. Completely.

Not knowing that falling is only the first step, and staying -staying is where the lessons truly begin.