Love isn’t always the easiest thing to harvest. If this truth has settled in your veins already, you must not act blind to the contradictions that are swirling in your breath when you’ve grown angry at him for not falling in love with you on your timing. You can’t just shake a growing tree saying, “I am a good woman so love me,” and expect fruits of love to just fall. How many seasons did your love have to endure before it bore a harvest?
