We all want to be
loved. None of us want the shit or responsibility that comes with
loving.
I said I love you on
Tuesday night. To my best friend.
I realised that its
so easy to tell someone you loved them. It doesn't take anything away
from you. It does, in the wrong circumstances, create an expectation
or create a vision.
But if you are
loved, unconditionally, by a spouse, a lover, a friend, family or
your dog - I think you're lucky. I think you're fortunate.
I know love don't
pay rent and it doesn't make everything right. And no, love isn't
always enough.
Love, in my mind,
doesn't mean their perfect. It means you know them enough to know
their flaws, their anger and their insecurities and still care enough
about them to see them happy.
Humans tend to be
idiots sometimes. Love anyways.
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