Getting it wrong to get it right

I woke up at 4:18 in the morning and had this urge to write what i felt from the depths of my heart.
I am not a writer nor a blogger. But these feelings were just so heartfelt that it translated in words.


GETTING IT WRONG to GET IT RIGHT

Sometimes we put our hopes into one person before we learn that we should really keep some parts of our heart and soul to ourselves. We struggle with indecision and uncertainty. We keep looking for that spark or connection in a world generally filled with indifference, at least for some people.
Sometimes we're not even looking, it just happens.
And often, we don't know what we're looking for until it's right in front of us.

We are told love is hard, it shouldn't be.
But even that is blurred and undefined.
We have questions.
How long should I wait?
Should I let it go?
There isn't one decisive answer to any of these.
No love is the same and no heart ache can be matched.
We experience love on our own.

Sometimes we are Forced to realize that love can't be enough.
Maybe the timing is wrong, or we're not open enough, maybe the world itself seems to be between us. Those are the ones that hurts the most. The ones that linger. They remain unanswered, bitterly thrown out into the universe, never to be understood. We just carry them with us, just another piece of our heart that we no longer own.

Sometimes we learn. We build and we get broken and build ourselves again through love. Through the euphoria, the quiet comfort, the arguments, the laughter and the pain. We slowly come to terms with who we are, and sometimes we just don't.

Sometimes we get it right. Sometimes, it takes years of trial and error. But eventually we'll find the perfect balance in ourselves,
and then we realize that love is in the small moments.
It's in the childish moments.
It's in simple things like having a cup of coffee.
It's in the quiet moments you appreciate the sunset and the waves and the stars.
It's in the silence between you two, face-to-face, no words needed, that's where we sometimes find it.
The meaning to ourselves or what we're looking for that we never quite understood, until that moment when we find our heart one with someone.

Love is every day.
Love is caring.
Love oftentimes cannot answer why or how.
Love is the small things that matter.
Love is being there for no particular reason.
Love is sometimes a battle.
Love is hoping for the things unseen.
Love is finding ourselves and then miraculously finding someone.

Sometimes I just want to remember all the times I got it wrong so that I can understand it when I finally get it right.