One thing I have been overthinking all my life is the topic of love. Why do we love who we love? Why is it such a beautiful yet hard thing to maintain? The concept of commitment and how two lovers evolve and still try to make it work. The idea of choice when it comes to love.
The truth is I used to think that love was this feeling that swept you off your feet. You got lost in their eyes or the smile that formed at the end of their lips or how they said your name softly. I was a sucker for details, and my lover was my drug. They were my muse. They were in every corner of my imagination. It was all a very dreamy experience. And while all of these elements were romantic and sweet, it was like flying on cloud nine without ever being grounded.