My evolved understanding of love

At 29, I learned a little about love.
Maybe something I should have learned a lot earlier.
But as we say in Gujarati, "Jagya tyaar thi sawar."
“The morning begins from the moment you wake up.”
It doesn’t matter when the realization comes, as long as it does.

For the longest time, I believed love was just about emotions, that warm, fuzzy feeling you get when someone makes your heart skip a beat.
For me, love was making someone laugh.
It was sending a sweet text after a fight.
It was always being the first to say sorry, because their presence mattered more than my ego.

I thought that was love.
And maybe, it was, but it wasn’t all of it.
It was the easy part.
The feel-good version we all romanticize.

But love, real love, that’s where the hard part begins.
It’s not just about the sunny days and the butterflies.
It’s about being there during the storms.
It’s about choosing to stay when the other person is sad, distant, angry, or completely lost in their own darkness, and still loving them with the same tenderness as you did on day one.

Love is choosing to show up.
Even when it’s inconvenient.
Even when you don’t have the right words.
Even when you’re hurting too.

The hard part of love is about holding space for difficult conversations, the ones that might shake the ground a little, but are rooted in truth and care.
It’s trusting that the person you’re opening up to won’t run away when things get uncomfortable.

It’s realizing that falling in love was never the hard part.
Staying in love is what truly counts.
Because looks will fade.
Passion will ebb and flow.
But the choice to love, that’s what keeps it alive.

Love is seeing someone at their worst and still recognizing their best.
It’s holding them tighter when they’re falling apart,
And allowing them to do the same for you.

Love is not about being perfect.
It’s about being present.
About showing up, bruised, vulnerable, imperfect, and still choosing each other.

At 29, I realized that my old definition of love was incomplete.
But I’m grateful I woke up to this truth.
Because jagya tyaar thi sawar 😄

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