Everyone knows this. Whether it be romantic or not. They are totally just work. Don’t get me wrong, there’s fun and laughter and hope and all these things in between, but they don’t exist without work.
It takes work to make relationships…well, work. It takes listening to people’s complaints, arguing, and time to bond. It takes time to connect with someone. There are instant connections, but even to develop them takes work.
There’s this whole social dance of social engagement. Work to figure out when to ask someone out, what their vocal cues mean, where to go, what impression to give off. It takes work to decode this, like a translation.
But there’s the hard, sweaty, tearstained grit of the work. And sometimes, it just doesn’t work out. It’s totally hard and sometimes I want to give up. Work is hard, but nothing of worth happens easily. Even things that come easily, don’t stay easily. It takes effort and work to get something good, something great, something phenomenal from it.
And it’s okay to not. It’s okay to let it go. It’s okay to say, “hey, this work isn’t worth it”
But there’s just this conception with these ‘fairy tale romances’ where once the ‘love connection’ happens, it all just sort of falls into place. What happens to people once the story ends? Once the credits roll?
The work begins.