Dante "Inferno" Zaragoza - Death'll find you... (xolotl) wrote in repose,
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Buckle up.
Hard disagree.
I don’t think that’s the best anyone can hope for. Will some people die alone? Sure, but if you’re only thinking about romance you’re missing out on so much more that life has to offer.
Won’t get into that since we’re talking romance crap.
Every human deserves love. No exceptions. Every human deserves understanding. No exceptions.
Does every human deserve to have all their actions forgiven? No.
Are some actions forgivable in certain contexts and not others? Yes, science has variables and so does life.
Is making another human feel as though whatever is up with them makes them undeserving of love, affection, care and understanding? No and I will personally fuck anyone up over this. This is not acceptable.
Love, real love, isn’t about sex or looks or whatever the fuck, it’s about two people who can look at each other and go “You’re not perfect, but neither am I and maybe we could try not to fuck up too bad together?” But knowing fuck up’s are gonna happen because we’re god damn humans and still knowing that and going “you wanna sit down with me and figure out how we don’t fuck up like this again?” Because fucking sympathy is a fucking real thing, trusting that who you’re with will actively try to never hurt you - even if they do make a mistake and hurt you sometimes. Love is being willing to give whoever your with chance after chance and them proving they’re worth those chances and visa-versa.
Love is a partnership, an agreement to sit down and fight or talk or fuck through whatever the fuck the problems are because you’re a team and it’s the two of against the world when there’s a problem, not the two of you against each other.
Love is not understanding shit but wanting to, trying to and being calm and respectful and curious and gentle And sincerely invested in learning about whatever the fuck it was from your partner if they want you to share their love.
Live is not raised fists. Love is not yelling until your hoarse. Love is not bruises and crying until you’ve replaced the ocean. Love is not pain and I will destroy anything that claims it is.
Because love should be knowing you can be vulnerable and that when you’re weak the other person will guard regardless of the threat to themselves until you’re healed, and knowing you’d die doing the same for them.
Love like my parents had is real. I’ve seen it. They has problems, sure, but they showed up for each and kept showing up again and again and again. They leaned into each other. They made each other stronger, built each other up.
And I don’t think anyone should settle for anything less than a loving, supportive, trusting, understanding, compassionate, considerate and mutually respectful- of physical, mental and emotional wants or needs - relation with someone who adores them just as much.
If you think your love is poison I got a challenge for you: Is your love poison, or has everything that’s taught you how to love been wrong?