Fragile plants and Raging storms

Love is a word flung around rather carelessly. It is not something you can hand to someone you just met. There is nothing as love at first sight. That is a lie. It is not a switch that can be instantly flicked on. It’s the tender sap of the most delicate plant. It requires effort. It needs to be watered, it needs traces of sun mapping its skin. It needs to be looked after. It needs a little nudge from the universe. Only then can it blossom. Even then it needs saving from raging storms, and trust me there will be storms, trying to uproot this most delicate thing. If the storms win, all that is left is a lonely patch of Earth that is as good as dead, and fragments of memories which will soon turn into dust.

Don’t let the storms win.

Save the little life that you’re growing. Save it, so in time, it can save you.