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Love is easy - loss of it is hard.
Ain’t that the truth.
It is hard and difficult and in the end not worth the effort.
Love is easy. As easy as breathing. It’s involuntary. You can’t choose to love and you can’t choose not to. It happens when it happens and accept it or not it’s there.
Relationships are hard.
Infatuation is easy. Love takes work and sacrifice.
It’s the difference between cooing at a baby and dealing with a rebellious teen.
Cheers to chacoguy.
Falling in love is easy. Manuevering the curves is hard. And it’s ALWAYS worth it. Drain every drop.
It all depends on the object of your love. Pretty easy to love a child or to love a dog. There’s nothing harder than unreciprocated love.
Well what if the person loves you too, but not as intensly?
You can choose not to expose yourself to situations where love may result. While it may not be exactly the same as choosing not to love, the result is the same.
The only situation I can think of where real love forms on first sight is upon giving birth to a child. Other than that, love can always be foreseen and averted, with sufficient determination.
Love is easy in and of itself. It’s the things that become complicated when someone else is a priority in your life that makes it seem hard.
It’s both. The hardest thing about love in my experience is the incredible risk and vulnerability of it. Sometimes I think about how invested I am in my husband and it gives me chills.
This is pretty much the exact same thing I said to a friend of mine about 2 weeks ago.
Love is probably the hardest thing anyone can do. The easy part is feeling good about wanting to do it; the hard part is actually doing it. A lot of people, it seems, are stuck in the first part.
Love is very easy to do, very hard to have it be done to you.
Edit: I know the Bible isn’t the most popular thing around here, but not counting the source (if you don’t believe) just read the words…
**Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous;
love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly;
it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered,
does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth;
bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails…But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love. **