If love is an open door, why don’t we know what’s going to happen?

If love is an open door, why can’t we see through to the other side?

If love is an open door, why are there obstacles in the way?

If love is an open door, why are we afraid of walking through?

If love is an open door, why is it so hard to see the door itself?

If love is an open door, why is the door expected to look the same for all people?

If love is an open door, who opened it? Why, when, and for whom did they open it? Or did they forget to close it after they went through?

If love is an open door, does that mean there’s another door that’s closed?

If love is an open door, can we walk through someone else’s door?

If love is an open door, what about windows? And doorways without doors?

If love is an open door, from which way are we supposed to walk through? Do we pass anybody else? Do we stop to think? Do we run straight through? Is there only one door?

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If love is an open door, is it supposed to be that simple?