Love is not easy.
Love is not romantic.
Love is not comfortable.
Maybe that is why I can be so stingy with love.
I want love to be fun. I want it to be comfortable, like a pair of sneakers. I want a movie version of love. You know, happily ever after and all that.
But people are rarely at my speed. They need more than I have time or a willingness to give.
People are so needy…and unappreciative of my efforts.
So, I save my love for those people that will appreciate it.
Love is patient.
I so often am not.
And that makes love difficult.