The word love hurt me a lot, although at this very minute of my life, I can say for sure that my heart has not been broken by any romantic dramas, it is quite possible that my heart has suffered long before that. But I love feeling the love of the people around me. I love watching dads walk in the playgrounds with their kids, guys handing their hats to girls when it’s cold. I love watching people’s facial expressions in their most intimate moments of conversation. It’s all so beautiful and tender. Love is everywhere.
Maybe at this point it all seems too luscious to you, but I’m well aware that love has two sides to it.
Someone is lying on the floor right now with a broken heart rocking the tinder, realizing that for the next six months, or maybe longer, will have to talk about their hobbies, which by the way already do not. To answer stupid questions such as “Tell me about yourself,” each time making up some new story, to diversify the everyday life. Disappointed more and more in life and in love. It turned out Emily Bronte lied to us, and no one will love the ground beneath our feet, the air above our heads, everything we touch and our every word. I’ll say more, our words will be hated.
Psychologists aren’t bored either and are already writing another article about how Romeo and Juliet were in an unhealthy relationship. “Juliet’s attachment to Romeo was disturbing, don’t be like Juliet, see a psychologist” But what if I want to be Juliet. I don’t dream of being right, and having the perfect guy with the perfect character. If you ask me, to me it’s better to experience true love and die than to live my whole life with someone who’s kind of your husband and kind of a random passerby. I believe people know how to love, but I don’t know if they want to.
While some try to figure out if Mr. Darcy was an abuser, others continue to believe in love. I have always admired Pride and Prejudice. I literally grew up on this book. It seemed to me to be a unique story of pure love. Until I grew up and discovered the internet and unfortunately people. It feels like they are trying to take the last thing from us. I often hear the phrase “This only happens in books, grow up” “Stop reading this already, you need to live real life” The problem is that all these fantasies have turned real life into unreal. I don’t want to live in a world where boundless love is considered something unhealthy. Jack London wrote that love is above reason, but we all try to frame and characterize it.
I belong to that caste of people who believe that love is one, and for life. The only flaw is that a person has many lives. No I don’t believe in esotericism and I don’t have tarot cards.
You can call it different periods of life, I call it life itself. Of course we all hope that we meet that one love, after which the count of lives stops, and we can live the last life to the end with one person. We all hope that our partner can’t breathe without us, just as we can’t breathe without him. I am that person. I dissolve in love. I love my partner more than I love myself. The problem with people like that is that we know how to feel. We’ve read a ton of novels and lived a million lives and loved along with the main characters. I came to this quite late, but I had to realize it. Not all people are like that. Yes it sounds corny and a little silly. I think a lot of people will understand now. We know how to love and give ourselves to love completely.
If a psychologist reads this text, I think they will tell me again that I have some problems that stretch back to my childhood and I need to work on my inner child. Well, I might not mind, but on one condition. If you treat me, put me in room 6.
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