If our instincts aren’t true, then maybe the feelings wouldn’t be so real. We can ask ourselves the same questions about them, every day. Love perseveres, overcomes. How much does it have to cost to decide if it’s true Love. How do we know it’s not the suffering but the comfort that makes emotions real. Or is it the comfort of the truth of suffering and the strength to choose to rest all the same? At the end of the day, the more we accept the others as they are, the more we’re capable of loving them. We should be able to decide what we would change and what we would keep in them. But it also true that the way they are is the reason we Love (?) them. Maybe they even reflect the problems that we also have, and so we feel so understood. We both miss the same pieces but somehow it felt like they are the missing piece.

It is so unfair, and maybe even inaccurate that we can feel such deeply for people who can be so cruel to us as to not notice when they hurt us. The same reason we think we get along so well, can be the reason we have opposite opinions about each other. Fear. These opinions of mine they don’t count for most of you, who like myself, are lucky to even get a glimpse of such true feeling of belonging with someone. Every blink feels like waste of time that you could be looking at them, and kisses! So easy to fall into the dilemma of hearing the opinions and jokes that might come out of their mouths vs the ecstasy of melting your lips with theirs. Somehow endlessly easier to decide to not even touch them for the risk of missing out on their words. Truly and utterly understanding love songs for the first time. Always being able to feel them before, regardless now, they are godly. Phrases like ‘meant to be together’. Completely taken for granted that we understand the depths of all the definitions of common phrases. Written in the destiny that they should end up together? What if it is two people, designed and moulded to their every littlest details by the most random events, only to feel complete with each other, as if the reason they were created was to be looked at for the millionth time but to feel seen for the first.

Now let’s assume you feel this way. How is it even remotely possible, they wouldn’t and you would still?? More so, how is it not impossible that you don’t? How do we tell apart real ones versus true feelings, right or wrong person? And which is easier to have faith in?