Love is acknowledging that you've been trapped deep inside of self and finally granting yourself the permission to come out...

For years I spent a majority of my time inside of my head, only sharing the entirety of myself with my notepad. I was hiding in a place that I thought was safe, in an attempt to keep my heart protected. Then one day, right in the middle of my content silence, I realized my heart was being severely neglected.

Love expressed through writing can be beautiful, yet only expressing it through writing can also create great pain. Isolated pain that oftentimes brought me to a halt, giving the justification I needed to build up more walls. Luckily, the beauty of love is that even through pain, it won't release you from the need to give and receive love. Contrarily, I've found that even when love isn't reciprocated by the persons you have showered it upon, love will ultimately find its way to rain on you, regardless of how much you fight it. I finally acknowledge the enormity of my heart and its strength. Accepting that although it has been broken and shattered, light has always managed to seep through the cracks, allowing it to repair itself and regenerate more love. 

Love is a powerful force that wasn't created to be hidden and it refuses to be contained. We don't have the right or the power to hold it in, and for once, that's not my desire.