Love is a journey, it can be hard and it can hurt. When it hurts, you have to breathe, to grit your teeth, and just feel the pain. Love can suck. But to love, and to let yourself be loved, is a choice. After my last relationship ended, it took me a long time to get to the point where I could make that choice, to where I could let myself feel again. I had to work to get there, to find that in myself, and that is hard, lonely work. No one could tell me how to do it, there was no coach. There was no one to tell me that love was still an option in my life. It took me a long time to learn that again, to feel that there was a choice. I could keep feeling hurt, keep feeling lost and alone, or I could choose to heal, to love, and to let myself be loved. It is hard work, it is a journey that you have to take yourself, a path you have to find for yourself, and it is a road that is difficult to traverse. But once you decide to take the journey, to make that choice, it is a magnificent journey.