Think about the first time you felt love. No, not the first time you ate pizza and thought there was no more magical food. Not that kind of love. But rather when you looked at another person romantically and thought, they were perfect. Aaaaahhhh, yes, that feeling. Remember it?
It’s the feeling of hope, joy, pleasure, and kindness all wrapped together. It’s the feeling that makes you want to stare at them, kiss them, and just BE with them. You listen to their every word and discover they are fascinating. You want to give them gifts or do little things, silly things, just to make them smile. Soon their happiness outweighs your own. That’s when you realize it, you are in love.
Love, sweet love is the subject of countless songs, books, movies, poems, Pintrest boards and heck, even coffee mug messages. Love motivates us to act. Loves gives us patience. Love is all most humans ever really want in the end. So its power is understandable. Its power is even declared in the Bible for goodness sake.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.
But the greatest of these is love. (1 Cor. 13:13)
This tremendously powerful feeling can inspire us humans to do nearly anything. When we have love, we feel complete, invincible and true happiness. The problem is, sometimes the other person does not feel the same way. Sometimes we fall so deeply in love with someone, and then it ends…or frankly, was never in there in the first place.
When this happens, no matter if it’s our first love or some other attempt, our hearts are broken. Our pure innocent hearts of love are shattered. And our spirits are devastated. And a little piece of us crumbles.
This is when our goggles of love drop to the floor. Our eyes are opened. Maybe we see the other person better now. Maybe we realize their habit of texting 72 times a day is not cute but rather clingy and shows their insecurity and need for control. Maybe we realize the novelty of their Comicon obsession is not fun but rather sad since they are a 32-year-old without a job and seem to have no intention of getting one. Or, maybe the lack of love goggles reveal something about ourselves, which can be an even more harsh reality.
Whatever the case, the loss of love scars us. It shatters our innocence and casts a darker image on the world. In our pain and mourning, we look at the world differently. The once glorious and wonderful world fades away to a more cynical and gloomy place. We cannot dare trust another jerk with our heart. We cannot waste our time on another loser. Or even worse, we cannot dare risk another chance at loving someone because we believe we are not worthy of happiness. After all, no one can seem to love us. Therefore, there must be something wrong with us.
This is a temporary pain though (hopefully). As we lick our wounds and hibernate away, the world continues. So eventually, we have to make a decision: to join the world again or continue to hide. It can be hard to look at the world with glee in our hearts after it is broken. The world looks like a more dangerous place now and we are not as innocent about love as we were the time before. But we cannot let our failure at love ruin our futures.
After some time, we have to try again. So we gather our courage, and the pieces of our hearts, and we take a risk, and then another. Sure, we may not be as innocent as the time before, but we realize, it is worth the effort – that WE are worth the effort.
…and, in the end, we all hope to fall in love again. Don’t we?