“When we’re incomplete, we’re always searching for somebody to complete us. When after a few months of a relationship, we find that we’re still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on- series polygamy-until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise, is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter.”
“Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just wont adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as an accomplice. Instead of vowing to honour and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words “make” and “stay” become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free.”
New beginnings, one door closes and another opens. Painful?
Love? What the hell is it?
I am trying my best to figure it out.
Perhaps it is a mirror for us to reflect all of our most beautiful memories.
A painting of sorts, each color a part of us we wish to hold and embrace at all times.
The most favored part of our bodies, the upper thigh, the belly button.
The pace to be kissed, only on the outside looking in.
A four letter word, destined to be used for cussing, swearing, promising, obligating, upholding, embracing, ordaining, calling, questioning.
Looking farther than oneself. Knowing more than just oneself. Understanding something other than oneself. And so, infinitely deepening the understanding of oneself.
What the fuck?
“Unconditional love comes when the relationship shifts from wanting to be validated to wanting to be known. and both people must not only want to know the other, but want to be known themselves.”