LOVE FEELS SCAREY SOMETIMES

I’ve been meaning to write about this for a while, but every time I open social media, it keeps showing up again and again. And it hurts a little more every time.

I’ve seen women getting cheated on — not just by boyfriends, but by fiancés, and even husbands. What’s shocking is that these aren’t couples who look unhappy. Some of these women are probably the most beautiful women you’ll ever see. Some of these men have written books, poems, and long posts about how much they love their partners.

They flood their feeds with cute pictures and long, cheesy captions about how in love they are. And then, behind all that, their eyes are still wandering. Probably always have.

And I don’t get it — how? How can someone have everything and still betray it? How can someone promise the world to a person, make them feel safe, only to go behind their back?

It scares me sometimes. Even though I trust my boyfriend and he’s nothing like that, it still creeps into my mind. What if one day? What if people aren’t always what they show? What if love is not as pure as it seems?

I know not everyone is like that. I know good men exist. I know real love exists. But after seeing these stories again and again, it makes me afraid. It makes me question things I thought were beautiful.

I guess what I’m trying to say is — sometimes love feels scary, not because of the person you love, but because of what the world keeps showing you about how love can go wrong.

And maybe that’s okay to admit too.

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