Sometimes, love swoops down on you like a beautiful bird. And sometimes it is a vulture, eager to rip out your heart.
People say you should be open to love, to believe in it.
But love can be a liar.
Things that seem too good to be true can seem that way because they are not really true.
What someone else does to you can make you believe that you were never really worth it, that the tiny voices in your head that have always told you that no one could possibly love you were right. That somehow you are the broken person that you forgot about for a while during a whirlwind dance with the devil. And now, suddenly you remember. You feel like a fool, like an idiot.
But maybe, just maybe, what someone else does to manipulate your feelings happened to make you remember you still have feelings. Maybe there is strength and resilience within you that can take the lessons to be learned and walk away a changed person with scars that don’t destroy you, but enhance the beauty that was always there.
And maybe someone, somewhere, someday really can love you.
Or maybe not.
But you cannot control other people, only yourself. So you pick your shaky self up off the ground and remember that you can love yourself better than any other person on the planet. And if that’s all you get, then that’s all you need.