Was love always this complicated—or have we made it so?
Wasn’t there a time when love felt simple, unthreatening, and pure?
How did something so universally understood become so deeply misunderstood?

It’s heartbreaking to see how love has been reduced to superficial metrics: money, appearance, social status, and performative behavior.
Instead of embracing love as the indescribable feeling that stirs within us, society now tries to define it, box it in, and script its expression.
Why must love conform to expectations, rather than flourish in its own unique form?

In our desperate longing to experience love, have we learned to settle for familiarity over magic—choosing comfort with a stranger instead of waiting for the one who leaves us breathless?

What happened to loving someone simply for who they are?
To seeing past their past and future, and choosing to stand beside them regardless?
To believing, deep in your heart, that no matter what life throws your way, your love will endure?

Love was never meant to be perfect.
It was meant to be real.

Saravá… ❤

©️ Beatriz Esmer