This love thing.
You know, the thought is ever so romantic.
The idea - the theory, flawlessly described.
I post heart filled posts on here. I make having a relationship sound easy.
But it's not. One of the hardest things I've ever done, is keeping it alive, keeping it fresh, trying and trying and trying to be everything and do everything. Being that someone to another person, being there safeguard, there shoulder to cry on, there drop everything just to make them feel better, there everything.
That's the reality of love.
It's hard. You've honestly got to work at this stuff. And if you are one of the lucky few who don't need to work on it, feel very grateful.
Because sometimes it fucking sucks.
And sometimes its fucking magical.
And sometimes when you're willing to throw it all down, and just give up when you realise it's not all peaches and cream; you've got to bounce back and realise just what you've got. As hard as it may seem to comprehend at the time.
And sometimes you wish for all it's worth that everything gets better.
But sometimes it won't.
And that's when it hurts the most. And you either push on, or crawl into a little ball.
It's a different side to love.
Not everything is as magical as it seems sometimes.
And not everything is as good as it sounds.