There are days when I get depressed over how demanding love is. I didn’t know love could be so demanding, not the person, not the situation but the love that you feel. And this love pushes you to do things, demands you to brave things. I told Marc the other night that it’s amazing how we brave things out of love.
I cried my eyes out yesterday while my husband was away. The hours are long, very long when you are recovering from an operation. You can’t do much, you can’t do anything to make the depression go away because you’re supposed to rest and lie down.
Love demands you to take careless risks, robs you off your reasoning, leaves you feeling duped at times. But Love makes you forget about all these negative thoughts, love makes it so easy to forget and difficult to stay mad.