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Love is not planning your life around a phone call…
Love is not waiting for the other shoe to drop, or a heavenly sign revealing they will treat you better, they are the right person for you.
Love is not waiting on them to finally change their ways, plotting on ways to make them love you, or leaving their current partner for you.
Love is not giving ultimatums, sixth or tenth chances, hoping for the hopes that should not be hoped.
Love is not compromising your life, and soul to the wasted hours of accompanied loneliness.
Love is not forgetting about your dreams, only because it seems more important to make someone happy, than pursuing what makes you happy.
Love is not singing to the four winds, a hollow, empty hymn of joy when inside your heart is numbed… you keep on singing but you don’t even remember the last time you felt your heart beating to the tunes of true happiness.
Love is not bearing on a passionless relationship where your body stops being yours, stops yearning desire or yearns desire for a ghostly lover. You keep wondering or you don’t wonder anymore about the joys of two bodies entangled on an ecstatic embrace.
Love is not being with someone out of pity, out of loneliness, or social expectations. Especially, when you are with them because they are so nice, and it feels nice to be with someone nice.
Love is not losing good friends or people you care about to please them.
Love is not forgetting to respect you, forgetting to love you, forgetting about you completely or depending on their opinion to feel good about yourself.
Love is not becoming a label, and empty signifier of a partner.
Love is not waking up one day feeling you are in the wrong movie. Wondering what if… looking nostalgically towards a past that will never come back. It isn’t either waking up one day realizing you don’t really know that person sleeping next to you, realizing they don’t really know you either, and they never will.
Chances are you just settled for a substitute for love. You are using the sacred name of love in vain by elevating all kinds of masochistic, sadistic, egotistic, petty emotions to a sublime category by naming them LOVE.
The truth is that deep in your heart you always knew that from within that place of fear, of never being love or really loving somebody, you embellish whatever you have and convince yourself that it is love.
Why do you vanish away the chance to really know what it is….what it feels… what you can become with the real thing?
