Well, I never understood what it means when they say love is beautiful but blind, not until I fell in love. I was just being innocent. We only did little things back then, borrowing notes, a few words, greetings, and such, but then I never knew those little things meant more. I knew she was staying nearby, but then, we were not that close to visiting each other, but borrowing notes and asking how the day went in class when she was absent changed everything. We started talking late into the night; I would escort her home, I began looking forward to seeing her every other day, and I was just so... thinking I had found the one for me.
I gave it a shot, and she accepted. That was how we got really close...from sharing things together, to eating, to discussing future plans, to holding hands, giving gifts and celebrating each other. But I was blind. There were red flags, but then I ignored them. I noticed I was the one who always reached out to her; she wasn't giving the same energy. She responded late, she at times just canceled plans, she began doing things that would infuriate me, and her excuses, too, were always too much. But then, love is blind; there are a lot of times I would even be the one to apologize to her, and it's not because I offended her. Some of my friends did warn me back then, but I never listened.
One particular evening, I went to visit her, and on getting to her door, I heard her telling someone how she wasn't interested in me anymore, how she doubted if things would work, and how she had tried showing me but I failed to see it. I wanted to badge in, but then I decided to make my way back home. I could hear her laughing as if it was nothing; she didn't even feel a little sad or emotional saying it.
Later, she told me to my face, and I told her I had once heard her laughing and telling someone the same. She laughed again and said she just didn't think it would work. It broke me. For days I wasn't myself, I couldn't focus on school, even people in church knew something was wrong with me as I had stopped being the friendly, jovial guy I was. I felt foolish for loving blindly. Love had taught me some lessons I would never have learned in class, and over time I realized that it (love) had also been beautiful. You would agree with me that heartbreak is painful; it can break, but then it forces growth, and it brings a different kind of strength and change. It makes you not want to remain in the same position.
I can say love is a mix of both; it can lift you up, make you feel good and all, but then it can also humble you. I can say that is why we call it both beautiful and blind. It is blind when we experience all the goodies it has to offer, and it is beautiful when it hurts, as it reminds us of what we are capable of.
I have been in love, and I can say it was a mix of both. It was sweet and beautiful, the same way it was painful and blind. It had left me wiser and ready for a love that sees clearly...so love is beautiful.
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