Around Thirty You Gave Up and Married Someone You Felt A Little Love For

You grow up dreaming about love. Maybe feeling a little embarrassed about the fact, that deep down, you are not quite as hardened as you’d like people to think. That doesn’t mean you are desperate for love, no. You know it’s unlikely, but it would be so nice to find. There are a lot of people disillusioned about love. So many to say it doesn’t exist, and that you can’t find it all in one person.

By twenty, you’ve fallen madly in love. You found the one by looking into their eyes and fearing you lost your sanity in the knowledge you are looking at The One in the eye. She or he is standing right there, your destiny. The love of your life.

And then, the illusion breaks. Or it is trying to break. It tries so hard to break, but you can’t fall out of love. It persists and persists, and you have barely spoken to her or him yet.

A whole relationship in ten minutes. No relationship in 20 years. Not with her or him.

Maybe not that bad, but you know what I mean.

You start hearing their voice inside your head. You’ve gone mad over love. Maybe you just have crazy lucid dreams about them. The kind of dreams that makes you hate the morning.

How embarrassing.

A little scary.

If I said that you must become the very person you want to be but think she or he would hate you to be, in order to win their love… You’d think I’m crazy.

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