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Tonight I am here to break your media’s promises about love.
Love does not make everything better. Being in love will not make you happy if you are a genuinely unhappy person. Love is, in its human-to-human translation, as imperfect as its human translations. There will be times when love calls every speck of your ugliness, of your hatefulness, of your fear and regret and stupidity into the glaring electric hum of the beloved’s attention. Love is vulnerability. If you think you can be in love without being vulnerable, if you find love beautiful but vulnerability abhorrent–something to be shut down and shut out, then you are not going to ever know honest love.
Love changes. Your relationship with the beloved changes. Hopes and dreams become concrete needs, responsibilities and obligations miles away from candlelight and rose perfumed pages.
There will be times when someone you love just doesn’t get it. Can you still love them, regardless?
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Love does not make everything better. Being in love will not make you happy if you are a genuinely unhappy person. Love is, in its human-to-human translation, as imperfect as its human translations. There will be times when love calls every speck of your ugliness, of your hatefulness, of your fear and regret and stupidity into the glaring electric hum of the beloved’s attention. Love is vulnerability. If you think you can be in love without being vulnerable, if you find love beautiful but vulnerability abhorrent–something to be shut down and shut out, then you are not going to ever know honest love.
Love changes. Your relationship with the beloved changes. Hopes and dreams become concrete needs, responsibilities and obligations miles away from candlelight and rose perfumed pages.
There will be times when someone you love just doesn’t get it. Can you still love them, regardless?
(Read more)
