We are complicated people. For simple people, just an I love you is perfectly justified. But for complicated people like us, just an I love you is “If you have illogically engaged yourself with someone and you have sleepless nights and even sleepless days, trying to balance speaking up and hiding it out, yet believing it is fated for you.”
I have always found myself pushing good people away, and I am often estranged in a deep, profound inclination towards people who leave me lingering about the trueness, and even the ones who let me interrogate if they are what I want, or I am blindfolded in the tragic and ruinous love which I don’t deserve. I am obligated to address people like me, who do not like love that tastes home, but feed on the love that savors bitter and poisonous.
There is always truth, and there is Satan, and we die for the people we love, but loving Satan is homicide.
Good people are never dressed up like Disney characters, they wear what a normal human does. They wake up to work on themselves, they make a better version out of themselves everyday. They are absolutely in love with you, regardless of the weather your relationship bloom in. There are no seasonal jasmines, they blossom like the golden trumpets.
They may not love you larger than your life, but their life seems incomplete without you in it. You never have to harvest secrecy but you can always ripe honesty, clarity and communication. For granted is not what they take you to, but you raise morals and integrity, the traits they will lead you to, build a healthy family.
People like us, who are adventurous, experimental and exploratory, do not crave for a simple life, as romp is hazardous, worth making prodigies about, but simplicity must be the new escapade, worth passing heritages to.
Love a simple person, and you regret nothing.