When I was younger, I had always wondered why my dearest mother would endure years of mistreatment, emotional and physical abuse, and so much suffering at the hands of my father. She named it 'love'. I called that bullshit.
You don't hurt someone you love.
But in heaps of romance books I've read throughout the years, I found no book that only tells a story of pure bliss. There was always heartache to endure, to overcome, just to justify that saying that 'love wins all'.
Before, I was just a reader who read to try to understand human emotions better. Now, I didn't think I would go beyond the basics. I trotted into this shimmering, shining, floral path of love I never would have imagined.
An intense emotion I thought I was not capable of.
And somehow, just a tiny bit…I understood why my mother endured it.
"Ow! Do you have to bite me?!"
