I Express Myself Through Writing
What is love? People throw it around a lot. “I love you “ . I wait quietly. It’s not something that’s easy for me to say if it isn’t true. People say it but what is love to them? I look to see what they do and how they behave. Not what they say.
For me I will be there for someone I love. No matter what. I have never had that . I was given conditions and a mold to fit. I break all molds.
If someone truly loves you do they place conditions on you? Time, space, distance? Tell you you can’t see them but they stare at you?
Does it leave you to die alone when you need help or judge you for being hurt? I feel love is open and light and you can tell them anything without being afraid. It is consistent and equal and protective on both sides. It gives and doesn’t just throw you the bone it wants to.
It is not cheating or ignoring or being cold. Or claiming someone and dictating what they are allowed to do to survive but they struggle all alone.
I have never been shown much of anything good my entire time life yet the one thing I know is how to love.
If I exist maybe someone else does.
For me I will be there for someone I love. No matter what. I have never had that . I was given conditions and a mold to fit. I break all molds.
If someone truly loves you do they place conditions on you? Time, space, distance? Tell you you can’t see them but they stare at you?
Does it leave you to die alone when you need help or judge you for being hurt? I feel love is open and light and you can tell them anything without being afraid. It is consistent and equal and protective on both sides. It gives and doesn’t just throw you the bone it wants to.
It is not cheating or ignoring or being cold. Or claiming someone and dictating what they are allowed to do to survive but they struggle all alone.
I have never been shown much of anything good my entire time life yet the one thing I know is how to love.
If I exist maybe someone else does.
