I have heard.

 I have heard that pain has its way of getting its nose into love’s business. 

That love walks around with pain, like babysitting younger siblings it doesn’t want following it around. 

Despite what I’ve heard, I’ve seen different. 

Pain has always been the absence of love in my eyes. 

I’ve only heard people say “Love is pain” when the love is no longer there, and pain is all they can see where love used to be. 

Love isn’t pain. It’s quite the opposite. 

Love comes with handfuls of healing, making sure there is enough to wash over the pain that was there before it. 

Love always shows up to wipe the tears and clean up the mess pain made. 

Love and pain are not friends, they are strangers who often acknowledge each other and nothing more. 

Love will not be perfect, but it will never plant hurt into your heart and give pain reasons to find roots in your soul. 

Pain doesn’t teach us what love is, it only reminds us what to stay away from. Love is what teaches us what love is. 

It shows us what to keep desiring after once we learn what we don’t need.