If we could hold on to just love — cast aside the walls built by religion that tell us who we can or cannot choose
If we could hold on to just love — forget the rules that dictate whether we follow our heart or ignore its call;
If we could hold on to just love and overlook the voice that says “your tribe, your family, your blood”— as if love knows borders or restrictions;
If we could hold on to just love and silence the physicians who measure our genes and line up reasons why “you and I” shouldn’t be.
If we could hold on to just love — free the weight of status and the fear of judgment, we’d listen only to the quiet call of our hearts, without the world telling us what’s right or wrong.
If we could hold on to just love, we’d follow the gentle tug of our hearts, free of the voices that echo “but what if?” or “what about?”
But the truth is, those voices never stay quiet. The bounds that hold us back, the fears that rear up, the conditions that weigh heavy on every choice — they’re always there, pressing in on all we dream love could be. Because if we were to break those bounds, face those fears, shed the weight of conditions, how free would love truly be? Would I finally be yours, and you, mine?
It often feels as though some invisible force stands between us and the love we desire — as if nature itself pulls us back to familiar ground, nudging us toward caution rather than courage. We’re caught between the heart’s wants and the mind’s logic, faced with endless choices and sacrifices. And yet, I wonder, if it could be just love and nothing else, what would that world feel like?
So, if we could hold on to just love, free from everything else, perhaps we’d get our fairy tale. But maybe, just maybe, our hearts need the boundaries, the fears, the challenges, and the sacrifices to find something more real, more lasting. Because it’s the very push and pull of these forces that forge our love — in the struggle, the doubts, the tests of time — that make it truly ours.
If we could NOT hold on to just love, we might still ensure that friendship is cherished and that no bridge is burnt. For when the lights go out, it’s the healthy and whole friendships that hold us up, letting us see the end as we saw the beginning, reliving memories, and perhaps finding our own “happily ever after.”
But if we do NOT hold on to just love, won’t we still be together in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, till death brings us closer?
