A Letter for Those Who Love
And for those who aren’t afraid of it
Hi you.
Yes, you.
This is a letter for those who love.
And, above that, for those who aren’t afraid of it,
but who may have not been loved the same way.
I wrote this letter inspired by “Two”, by Sleeping at Last.
Which I’d love if you could listen while reading this.
I always loved too much.
Too deep, too hard.
I always looked at people as I wanted them to look at me.
Understanding they were flawed.
That they had defects.
That they had bad days.
And that even in those moments they deserved love.
Actually, I believe on bad days people need even more love than at any other time, because they may be struggling more — soon, they may need as much understandment we may provide them.
When I was a kid, my parents used to say it was a superpower.
It truly is, I might say. But a lonely one.
It’s lonely because loving isn’t hard, but relationships are.
And it takes many years of falls and cuts until you find someone capable of nurturing such a full love for you in the same way you do.
You love them even when they hurt you.
You place them first. At times, you love them first.
And it ends with you, because it shouldn’t be like that.
At least, because of my scars, I thought it shouldn’t.
But I was wrong.
Being able to love someone with all your heart and with all your being, connecting yourself with their souls in the purest way, being able to understand, to be present, to give all of you to someone is not a weakness, if you know how to target it.
In my church, they say “God made you to be an arrow, not a machine gun”, which stands for: you were made for a single target, accurate. The more you shoot, the more you lose, you empty yourself and come undone.
You can feel that you made a mistake when you gave your love to someone who didn’t deserve it, and closed yourself off on that. Or you may have so much love inside you that you may have felt more lonely than usual because you didn’t find the right person — specially on quarentine.
Don’t let insecurities make you change the way you love and surrender, as long as you understand that not all the people you may bump and like are worthy of your love.
I prefer to believe we all shall find someone in our way whose heart is supposed to be ours — but when the time comes, you’ll know.
Until then, keep it.
Don’t give yourself away ’til you’re sure of it.
Be patient. Be accurate. Be an arrow.
Because you need a similar heart to be close to yours,
To nourish all the love and affection you do.
To understand you fully and completely,
To feel blessed at every moment at your side.
Because you are rare and beautiful,
Strong and brave,
Because loving as you do requires a lot.
More than many are willing to give,
More than many are willing to feel,
Because you really know how to love,
You surrender in fully,
You are honest and intense,
And you love how everyone should be loved.
So when the time comes, you’ll know.
You’ll know because your person will know it too.
Your person will make you feel this way, too.
And you shall never feel alone.
Once again: Love isn’t hard. Relationships are.
Be patient. Be accurate. But never let the spark you have inside go out.
Because you love how everyone should be loved. So be an arrow.
