It turns out that love hurts. And it’s love, nonetheless. Just like that!

There are the songs, the movies, the poetry that won’t let me lie, always loaded with a lot of love or a lot of pain, that ironically (or not) rhyme in writing and curiously, in life…

But what happens in the intervals between one and the other? Because lovers have a lot to say about love and how much it illuminates the lives and hearts of those lucky enough to find it. In the same way, bitter people have a lot to say about how they discredit happiness and reciprocity of feeling, when love turns its back and leaves.

And at break?

I’ll tell you what happens in the interval between immersion in love and submersion in it, and then immersing yourself in the deep pain of lack of love.

There is coexistence between love and pain. Exactly! It happens what you’ve read out there: “loving hurts”. A rhyme happens in context and you are able to conjugate both verbs in the same sentence. As?

Loving causes nostalgia… And nostalgia… It hurts. It doesn’t mean lack of love, just an immense love that doesn’t want to be distant.

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It hurts, like that nice pain when you take off a tight shoe, a pain of relief. Weird, huh? But that’s how it is…

There’s nothing better than feeling that pain of love, a love of certainty and fear, not fear for insecurity, but fear because we love… And I wish FOREVER was a word outside of fairy tales.

It is not fear of betrayal, of rejection… It is fear of absence, illness, death, fatality, fear that something beyond our capacity will happen and intervene in this love. And loving like this, it hurts.

It hurts to worry about the future, about material and spiritual security, the crowd for that project to work and the desire to have a power beyond the normal to make your love always, permanently… Happy.

But we can’t. Powerless, imperfect, flawed, limited, it hurts to see that we can only go so far, when within us there is no limit to what we would be able to do, for love.

When we are still just love, in the discovery, in the fantasies, in the beginning, in the dreams we daydream when experiencing love, we are pure poetry permeated with beautiful, sweet feelings.

If love goes away, ends, breaks, if it wakes up from that dream and goes on its way, we experience pain, immersed in the bitterness of believing that happiness has lost our address.

But if love stays… Ah! If love stays… We are sweet and bitter, there are days of love and days of pain, days of longing and loneliness, days of fear, days of happiness and days of fearful happiness. We are gratitude and faith, prayer and reflection. We are love in such an immense immensity that we end up trapped in ourselves and forget to tell what happens in the intervals between love and pain.

We are busy truly loving, building bridges that take us to the right horizon that love shows us. Busy with the bills, the children, in sewing the present to support the future. Busy living love and pain, not in the same proportion and not necessarily in the same order.

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It happens, in the interval, that the two coexist. From loving until it hurts. It turns out that love hurts. And those who love, cry, yes! Who loves, smiles until the belly hurts. Whoever loves, slams the door in anger in the same intensity that he employs in the kindness of opening it to see love arrive.

Those who see love are wrong to believe that when it is there, the pain goes away. Who sees the pain and imagines that love has left, just because there are days when she, stubborn, stays there imposing her presence.

Because loving hurts… But it’s that nice pain, like that relief you feel when you take off a tight shoe. And if sometimes love hurts, that’s okay. Because we are afraid of pain, of losing, of suffering, of hurting and getting hurt. Those who do not love, do not feel this pain, because they are indifferent to all these feelings and fears that only exist where they have love.

What happens in the intervals between extreme love and immense pain?

That love happens… True… That sometimes it hurts and every day it builds, which almost no one talks about, I don’t know why.

I wish you to love until it hurts and that your pain, coexisting with love, brings you the certainty of a love well lived. Loving doesn’t make you suffer… It’s not suffering that I wish you. Only love, the love that lives in between.

Because this is the love that is forever…
♪Take care of your love ♪