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.