I think my biggest concern with love is
that my whole life i’ve been fed a lie.
We’re told that we’re supposed to “find the one”,
and that this person is gonna be everything to you.
That it will last forever.
“and they lived happily ever-after”.
But real love isn't like that.
Im learning that love is temporary.
Love is indeed patient and kind,
but it also fades with time.
It is warm and essential,
but it is not everlasting.
We all have to say goodbye at some point.
Even in memory do we forget,
eventually.
I imagine a person with Alzheimer's.
Do they feel loved?
Do they remember the feeling?
Do they keep the memories
or do they only
receive brief glimpses of the past,
albeit inconsistent and blurry,
when things were good.
I dont know.
I think love is not supposed to be permanent though.
There is no “forever ever.”
I think you’re meant to meet someone,
or rather,
a series of ones,
and that they are all meant to
love you in a certain way.
And you’re meant to
love them a certain way as well.
And when the time’s up
you keep the memories.
The fondness.
The bitterness.
Everything good and everything bad.
The lessons.
2 sides.
For better and for worse.
And you pick up the pieces.
And you keep moving.
You try to apply the lessons
or at least be more mindful of them,
and then you meet someone new and
the spark returns.
And you begin to love each other
in a certain way.
And both take it in stride.
For better and for worse.
2 sides.
You repeat this pattern
until you die.
And who knows what comes next.
The bottom line is,
dont be discouraged my friend.
You WILL love again.
It is possible to love again.
You WILL love someone else in a certain way.
And you will fall in love with their peculiarities.
Because we are all fucking weirdos,
and I’m pretty positive
you’ll meet somebody as weird as you.
So keep your heart 3 stacks.
Keep your heart.
And share it with the ones
that give you life.
