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I used to believe I knew how to love. I understood romance, and the beauty and genuinity of affection. I was wrong. I was wrong; wrong in my understanding of love. Wrong for believing, impractically, in the idealisation of a romantic love. It has become apparent to me - that love, in meaning, and understanding, is about what you can do for another. It is not affection, affirmation; support, acceptance, romance; but, that love is conditional - until your being can no longer do for someone. For being so wrong, wrong in my perception of love - it has left a bitter-tasting question: do I know love, and how to give a love, that only has meaning - and value - only when you have tangible gain? What is left of our human emotion, of the value of abstract feeling, of a smile, of the journey of knowing, learning, admiring; a person. and being hopelessly overt in passion, interest, intrigue and attraction; the genuinity of being wholeheartedly, fanatically, in love with a person. If the meaning of love is only valued by what a person can do for you; do I really want to give a love of that insignificance?
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Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 12:09 AM UTC
An ode to love.
I used to believe I knew how to love. I understood romance, and the beauty and genuinity of affection. I was wrong. I was wrong; wrong in my understanding of love. Wrong for believing, impractically, in the idealisation of a romantic love. It has become apparent to me - that love, in meaning, and understanding, is about what you can do for another. It is not affection, affirmation; support, acceptance, romance; but, that love is conditional - until your being can no longer do for someone. For being so wrong, wrong in my perception of love - it has left a bitter-tasting question: do I know love, and how to give a love, that only has meaning - and value - only when you have tangible gain? What is left of our human emotion, of the value of abstract feeling, of a smile, of the journey of knowing, learning, admiring; a person. and being hopelessly overt in passion, interest, intrigue and attraction; the genuinity of being wholeheartedly, fanatically, in love with a person. If the meaning of love is only valued by what a person can do for you; do I really want to give a love of that insignificance?
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Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 12:09 AM UTC
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