Love Isn’t Beautiful — It’s Messy (And Worth It)

Jonathan Borba

Ever since I was a little girl, I romanticized love. Blame the movies. Blame my fascination with the ‘Bonnie and Clyde’ characters in my chapter books. Blame my soft, mushy heart for always believing in something bigger than myself. I loved love. I was fascinated by it. And even as a young child, I craved it.