If we could all just understand the beauty we withhold and the courage we keep so hidden. We could be so amazing if we just gave ourselves the chance. With passions, careers, family, friendships, and the ultimate treasure, love, we should always keep pushing for the purpose, for the story that’s worth telling. Our journeys and tales are not so much about recognition or even fortune, we don’t wish so much to be envied but more to be understood. If every heart could comprehend one another and truly know the intentions we carry, I think that love wouldn’t be so hard to hold onto, that is if we truly understood it. And with love, it’s never been hard to find; just difficult to trust, confusing to decipher and sometimes a conflict to keep believing in. But it is worth the worry and it is worthy of the tears, even with the people set aside, the story itself is undeniably captivating. It catches every character that becomes apart of it and somehow it gives us the faith to believe in it, all over again. It’s that one cycle that builds itself back up and starts all over again. We’ve all believed in it, fought for it, we’ve turned away from it, only to find it again in another form. If love is something you don’t believe in, that’s understandable considering the mystery behind your untold story, but search to figure out why you don’t trust it. I can recall several times when I thought love was a mission I would no longer attempt, even a myth when I was backed into certain corners of life. But with time our mind changes and we outgrow our doubts in that black magic we call love. It’s beautiful, we should cherish the experience, I can’t imagine a life without those legends to tell.