There's no such thing as "true love" there's no "one and only" no "soulmate". If there were, love wouldn't be so recycled. You'd find the person and you'd just know. You think you Love someone. You obsess and float on light fluffy clouds. Then days, months, years later you realize it wasn't Love. It was lust or loneliness naivety or stupidity that convinced you it was. I never floated on clouds before. It just made me less sad. love doesn't fix problems. love can't make promises. And love hates to stick around. Love is more pain then pleasure. Love is selfish. I thought Love would fill something in me, but more often than not Love stole from me things I wasn't yet willing to give. But I thought I had to because I was told that's what Love is.
Love is not sex. Love is not money. Love is not pure.
When I was little I was promised there'd be someone who loved me and only me. That one day we'd look at each other and just know and live happily ever after. I guess I got sick of waiting. I realized that I will never get the one person that only loves me because everyone has already "been in love".
I don't think I was ever "in Love" before. How can you really know? I don't think it's really Love if it ends. Then it's just love. Borderline useless. Faltering, false. Love is about change. Love makes you change and Love has changed me. I am new I am unwavering, I am no longer selfish in my quest for love.
I know what Love is now. But does he?
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