Love That Hurts
To love is to take the risk of suffering. No one says it loud enough, but love is also a pain that seeps into the skin, clings to the bones, and prevents us from breathing when the other leaves. There are those sleepless nights when we stare at the ceiling, hoping the emptiness will eventually swallow us. Those mornings when absence is a freezing slap, a cruel reminder that it’s all over. Those messages never sent, those memories that show up uninvited, that helpless rage against a love we can no longer touch. We’d like to forget, erase, start over. But the truth is, we carry each lost love within us like an invisible scar. We can move on, we can smile, but there’s always that dull pain, lurking in a corner of the heart, ready to resurface at the turn of a song, a scent, or a simple glance crossing by chance on a street. Love is not only the frantic beats of a first kiss. It is also the echo of a "I love you" we will never hear again.