How are we supposed to love if we don't even share the same definition? It's farcical. People say they love you, but they don’t. They love how you make them feel. They love you because you’re appealing or wealthy or something else. Thus they're taking something from you. They love how freely you live your life and how they lack any responsibility towards you. They love you since you make them feel ecstatic and whole. Thy love how you make them come and how you drink their juices.
But don't hurry to judge them as we've all taken away recklessly by the spiral band of morality.
But this isn't loving. This is pilfering. This is usurping upon my way of existing accomplished painfully. This is seizing my ability to fight. This is begging for my sympathy. This isn't loving. This is projecting on me something that I’m not.
Love was supposed to be lovely. It was supposed to be about giving not taking. It was supposed to be about accepting not judging and manipulating. Love was supposed to be therapeutic not the sickness. What have we done to love? I’ve given up entirely to love. I’m going for my love from now on. I am love. I must be love.