I pray that you will forgive me should this post sound bitter. I’m sure it will be.
Recently, I have had my own… “experience” that I hope to never repeat again. While I remain bitter and jealous and feeling all these things that make me feel ugly inside, I had an epiphany, that I knew all along. No one really knows the true meaning of love.
I’m not saying you have to have the love that older people have, that takes years and experience; I’m applying that you cannot grasp the concept of love. Not particularly because you have not experienced it in the way you wish to, or perhaps because you are incapable, or scared to make yourself vulnerable. I made myself vulnerable and it hurts. I will not lie, it hurts a lot.
No…that’s not what I want to say either. I want to say that we all experience love in different ways. There’s friendly love, brotherly love, sisterly love, family love, and may others that may (or may not) be named. The point is there is love all around, it is a matter of which is presented to one another. You may love someone, but please do not get it confused with being in love. You don’t have to do the movie pledge of undying love—as love changes with the heart—but you can try a more subtle approach.
The first step: meeting
The second: the initial talks
The third: the trust
The fourth: the inevitable falling
In major steps that is. Perhaps I’m forgetting one or some, but I’m currently writing on limited time. When establishing a relationship, no matter the sex, there is always the risk of falling for said person. Why? Human condition: a flaw, we do not want to be alone. Once we open up to a person, in that way, we are vulnerable, and expose our underbellies. Thus, you may fall for a person because of not only their physical attributes but their less seen ones.
This is a crude copy, and will be expanded.
