What usually happens when one finds a true love? And I don't mean a soul-mate, twin-flame kind of love, I mean that kind of love that ignites your skin and makes your blood rush with excitement at his/her name? What usually happens? The girl most likely falls for the guy first, in most occasions. Thus, she hides her feelings because it would be considered "improper" or for some other reason. Or perhaps the young man falls for the lass quicker? And he doesn't whisper a word to her in fear of rejection or something else…something deeper. Either way, the genders hide their true thoughts of the other because of uncertainty on a matter. And I can't stand this at all.
If a man were to love me, in spirit or in blood, I pray that he have enough strength and courage to tell me what he truly thinks of me. I want the truth, not tip-toeing around the subject. And yet, am I not being hypocritical? I have had tons of crushes, as any other human being in this world, and only a spare few have I confessed my feelings. A lesser few have returned my care. If a man loves a woman and vice versa, I beg you all to gather the strength to confess what your hearts tell you is true. Love is the most powerful thing on this earth, but is weakened by social customs and deceit.
I just wish that if someone has the nerve to say or think something fond of me, my mind, my art, my voice, my looks, etc. that they say it! Have the nerve to tell me you like the way I think, or that you like the way I follow my heart. Tell me you care for me because the faster a man announces his love to a woman, the more time they have together in any matter.
The more time we could all have, before life finds a way to separate our relations. So I beg you people, gather your courage! If you care for someone, let them know. Now, just to be clear, I am not advising to throw your lives out the window for a person. I am not advising you do something risky that could harm yourself. I am simply stating that life is short, and love is quick. Confess while you can, make yourself known. Before somehow, someway, you are too late….and you will forever be looking over your shoulder, wishing that you had had the strength in the past.