Hello bells!
Welcome back to my little corner of the internet.💓
Let’s talk about something that has confused poets, ruined friendships, created legends, and made people do the most questionable things ever......love.
And before anyone starts acting like they’ve mastered it…tell me one thing.Who actually teaches us how to love?
Like genuinely?👐
Our parents teach us how to walk without falling.
How to eat properly.
How to speak respectfully.
How to survive in this very exhausting world.
Schools teach us algebra that half of us never use again.
Society teaches us what to wear, how to behave, how to sit, how to smile.
But love?👤
Everyone just throws you into it and expects you to magically know what you’re doing.There’s no chapter called“How to love someone without losing your mind.”
No syllabus.
No training period.
No user manual.
And maybe that’s why everyone loves so differently. Some people say "Love the person who loves you." Some say "If you truly love them, let them go." Some believe love is sacrifice. Some believe love is fighting against the entire world for one person.
And then there are those dramatic souls who are fully ready to burn cities if someone hurts the person they love.
None of them sound completely wrong.That’s the scary part.Love can look like chaos for one person
and peace for another.For some people love is loud.
Flowers.
Rings.
Long drives.
Instagram captions.
Love letters.
Public confessions.
Airport runs.
Basically straight out of Titanic until someone ends up crying.
For some it becomes tragic like Romeo and Juliet.
For some it becomes obsession like Laila and Majnu.
For some it feels divine like Radha and Krishna.
For some it feels eternal like Shiva and Parvati. that it needs multiple reincarniation to fulfill one love story.
And then…there are people like me.
The emotionally unavailable-looking people who actually feel everything too deeply.The ones who would rather jump off a cliff than say "I love you" first.Not because we don’t love.But because words feel awkward.
Too exposed.
Too vulnerable.
So we love in weirdly specific ways.💝
We give you our last bite of food even when we were saving it. We make sure you wear your seatbelt. We remember your medicine timings better than you do. We know exactly what you’re allergic to. We save your random voice notes .We notice when your "I’m fine" sounds different. We tuck you into a blanket when you accidentally sleep. We make sure your dosa doesn’t get cold.😇
And sometimes?
We annoy the absolute life out of you. We irritate you for fun. We tease you nonstop. We get on your nerves because somehow your annoyed face feels cute. That’s our love language. Unnecessarily annoying but deeply attached. And maybe someone else looks at that and thinks "That’s not love." Because to them love is flowers. Or expensive gifts. Or handwritten paragraphs. Or screaming I LOVE YOU under someone’s balcony at 2 AM n maybe that’s their way.
So who decides what real love looks like?
Who decides what version is correct?👺
And the bigger question how do people know? How do they know this person is their forever? How do they know this isn’t temporary? How do they know this person is home and not just another life lesson dressed up as butterflies?
Because some love stories sink like Titanic.
Some die like Romeo and Juliet.
Some remain incomplete.
Some become legends.
Some survive lifetimes.
And some...
some simply leave you with character development. Maybe that’s what love really is.
A risk.
A beautiful, confusing, unpredictable risk.❤
There’s no right way to love.There’s only your way.
n someday, hopefully, you meet someone who looks at your weird little ways of loving ur overthinking, ur care, ur chaos, ur silent gestures and says,
"Oh… so this is how you love." And they stay. Maybe that’s when you know.
Until next time,
Yours, Pearl. ✨
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