Dance With Me

I feel like I could break down at any moment. Tears begin to well up, I get that feeling in the back of my throat and I just want to disappear inside myself.

Being in love is one of the most beautiful, ugly, incredible, challenging things I think there is to experience.

When it’s good, there is no feeling on earth that can outdo love.

When your heart gets broken it feels like you lose a piece of yourself to that person forever.

In love you don’t want to be without them.

In heartbreak you feel like you can’t be without them.

In love, none of your problems seem significant.

In heartbreak even the slightest inconvenience can send you into a downward spiral.

At least that’s what it has felt like for me. I don’t feel like I’d be alone in my experience but how am I to know?

I think it’s important to identify what it means to be in love for yourself.

Does love have boundaries?

Is it a fools game to have expectations of what love ‘should be?’

Does communication in love mean you can truly say what you feel? Or is there still a requirement for an element of tact?

I think the only way to know is to allow yourself to love freely and completely knowing that heartbreak is a real risk as well as welcoming heartbreak when it will inevitably come.

I believe you must experience both to be able to understand yourself fully and even then, you may never truly understand yourself.

So which of the two is the more powerful feeling? Love or heartbreak.

The answer must be love because we keep coming back to it knowing that it might not last.

Hopeful. Encouraged. Enamoured.

What a beautiful notion it is to keep choosing love.