How One Metaphor Changed My View on Love

Someone once told me

love is not a flame you guard with your hands,

but a garden you tend with your heart.

At first, I didn’t understand.

I thought love needed constant holding,

fearful watching,

a grip so tight it couldn’t slip away.

But gardens are different.

They breathe in seasons.

They welcome sun and rain alike.

They grow in their own time,

not by force, but by care.

So I stopped clutching love like something fragile.

I started giving it space to bloom.

I learned that patience is an act of devotion,

and that beauty comes not from fear of losing,

but from joy in watching it grow.

Now, I see love in every green shoot,

in the quiet work of roots beneath the soil,

in the way flowers turn toward light

without asking permission.

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Regards: Fazal Hadi