When I sit down and think about the meaning of love, there is really no absolute definition for it. Love is really hard to explain. It makes me anxious. I end up overthinking and over analyzing everything. I try to convince myself that it’s just a temporary feeling. I become depressed. It’s like a feeling I try to shake so I won’t get hurt. I speak about the situation constantly with my friends to see how they feel about it. I begin distancing myself from everyone including the person just to get my thoughts together. I think I’m afraid of love. I’m afraid of giving my all to someone and being left with nothing. I’m afraid of being vulnerable.
I’m quite sure a lot of men face these same issues, however they suppress it. They hide it with the societal image that men are supposed to be seen as “tough”. I’m not that type of man. I sometimes wear my heart on my sleeve, regardless of societal views. By hiding your true emotions, you are only setting yourself up for more stress, anger, and unhappiness.
The moral of this post is to follow your heart. If you’re in love, let it be known. You never know what may happen until you take this risk.
