The love that wasn’t loved.
Shortly after my breakup, I really re-elevaluted what the word love is? What it means to me now and what I thought it meant to me. Love by definition is a feeling of strong or constant affection for a person, an attraction that includes sexual desire, the strong affection felt between people who have a romantic relationship and/or a person you love in a romantic way. If you asked me back a couple of months ago I would’ve sworn I was in love. It’s funny, because now looking back, I was no where near in love.
So was a liar then? … When I said ” I love you” or ” I love you too” before hanging up the phone or leaving or was it simply that I had been limited in my knowledge due to my lack of experience and exposure to people?
The answer to that is I don’t know but what I now know is a little bit more about love then I did before. I learned that it is unconditional and all accepting. I learned that just because one falls in love with someone in their current state that, that solely is the state in which that person must remain in order to stay loved. You see in life we all go through trials and tribulations but if you’re unaffected by these said experiences then how do you grow? How is it that with such evils in this world that the good people stand a chance. I mean isn’t it inevitable that we become evil and conform?