Many times I’ve wondered why I keep choosing to fall in love when it typically brings up so much pain, discomfort, dependency, sadness, emptiness, fear, heartache, loss of focus, anger, anxiety, disgust, unease, loss of self, loss of freedom. You name it, it comes up for me. It can straight up feel like a form of masochism or an abusive relationship with Love itself, where the good parts are epically good, but the bad is so damn bad, there’s nothing worse in the world. And the deeper the love, the more frightening it can be and usually is. But I keep returning to it, my higher self keeps choosing it. Because my soul knows this is where I have the work to do in this lifetime.