I find there is nothing more artistic than love

Looking back at the past, I wondered why I kept finding myself drawn to songs, memories or thoughts of him, us, so on.

I wondered...do I like the sadness?

Am I “addicted to the depression” in a sense?

I don’t think that’s it, because the sadness of the thought sometimes would weigh my heart and lungs down if I allowed it to.

I realized I did think there was a beauty in the pain though. That's why I’ve always liked sad songs more than happy songs. 


But it’s not the pain that is beautiful; the pain is the sad part.

It’s that with each wave of sadness that rolls in, a different depth of love is revealed.


It's the fact that being taken there by those thoughts was the only thing that brought me closer to what we had and the love of it all. 


I remember a quote, “I find there is nothing more artistic than love.” And I agree. I love love, I love the art of it, the beauty of it. I love that I loved him so much despite his flaws and despite the pain. There is something so beautiful in giving and loving. 🕊💙