The process of love

The process has begun.And I must endure it with a smile, swallow my tears and blindfold this heart.I must look up, look forward. See the future ahead, believe in it.Believe in my own strength and take one step at a time.
I must feel less, think less.
Put things at work and go with the flow, the numbness of trivial tasks.
I am sure I am loved.
And that I love back with, at least, the same intensity.
So I’ll endure even though the process has begun.