Love: The Beautiful Feeling

 "What a beautiful feeling, to love, and know you're loved in return." This lyric from Dermot Kennedy's "Two Hearts" has been ringing in my head a lot lately. Love—to love, to have someone love you back, someone to give you their world, to mean something, to actually make them smile, happy, to feel you offer more than you actually do, to feel lucky that they are your person, to have them call you back, to text back because they want to, to have someone to share your heart with, to wake up knowing they are going to be there and stay by your side through thick and thin—what a beautiful feeling that is.

There is something indescribable about the warmth of love. It is in the way someone's eyes light up when they see you, the gentle touch of a hand on your back, the silent comfort of knowing you're not alone. Love is not always about grand gestures or dramatic declarations. Often, it is found in the quiet, everyday acts of kindness and understanding. These moments, these whispers of affection, are what make love so profound and so essential.

I often find myself reminiscing about those times when love felt so real, so palpable. The memories of laughter shared, the comfort of a warm embrace, the simple joy of being in each other's presence. These memories are like precious fragments of a once whole heart, reminding me of what it felt like to be deeply connected with someone. To be loved for who you are, with all your flaws and imperfections, is a gift beyond measure.

Love has a way of transforming the mundane into something magical. The ordinary becomes extraordinary when shared with someone special. A simple walk in the park, a quiet evening at home, even the routine of daily life becomes a source of happiness and contentment. It is this transformative power of love that I miss the most—the way it colors the world with hues of joy and hope.

Yet, despite the longing for that connection, I find it hard to recognize love now when it stands right in front of me. There is a part of me that fears the vulnerability that comes with opening up to someone new. The risk of being hurt, of giving your heart only to have it broken, is a shadow that looms over the desire to love again. But even with this fear, the yearning for that beautiful feeling remains strong.

I believe that love is out there, waiting to be found. It may not always look like what we expect, and it may not always come when we want it, but it exists. It is in the connections we make, the friendships we cherish, the family bonds that hold us together. It is in the simple, everyday moments that we often take for granted. And even if I can't see it for myself right now, I hold onto the hope that one day, I will feel it again.

You deserve to wake up to his or her face, to see that smile and know it's for you, to feel their embrace, the warmth of their skin, the taste of their lips, to hold their hand and walk together, to stargaze, to enjoy date nights, movie nights. That is something you deserve, and I truly hope you find this beautiful, wonderful feeling. I hope you find someone who makes you feel whole, who makes you believe in love again, even when I can't.

For those of us still searching, don't give up hope. Love has a way of finding us when we least expect it. It might come in the form of a new friendship, a rekindled connection, or even in learning to love ourselves. Keep your heart open, stay true to who you are, and trust that love will find its way to you. And as much as it hurts, as much as I feel broken, I hold onto the hope that someday, I too might find the strength to love again.

In the end, love is worth the risk. It's worth the pain and the heartache. It's worth everything. Even if I can't feel it now, I want you to know that it's out there, waiting for you. And maybe, just maybe, one day, I'll find it again too. Until then, I'll keep these words close to my heart, a reminder of the beautiful feeling that love can be.

Love is the thread that weaves through the fabric of our lives, connecting us in ways we often don't realize. It is the smile of a stranger, the kindness of a friend, the bond of family. It is in the moments of joy and the times of sorrow, a constant presence even when we can't see it. We may stumble, we may fall, but love is always there, ready to lift us up.

As I sit here, reflecting on the beauty of love, I am reminded of its power to heal and transform. It is a beacon of light in the darkest of times, a source of strength when we feel weak. Love is not just an emotion; it is a force that drives us, that shapes our lives, that gives us meaning. And even if it feels out of reach now, I believe that it will find its way back into my life, and into yours.

So, to you, who may be reading this with a heart full of longing, know that love is out there, waiting to be found. It is in the quiet moments and the loud ones, in the simple gestures and the grand. Keep your heart open, be patient, and trust that love will come. And when it does, cherish it, nurture it, and let it fill your life with its beautiful, transformative power.

Kwabena