Man, I'm bumming myself out already and I need to be at the gym currently. But, seriously, is romance still a thing? I would like to think there are stand out points with Miles and I, and maybe I should go read blog posts to see if that is true, but they are currently veiled over with anger and disappointment.
Maybe I'm more disappointed with love, and the idea of love in general. What a fraudulent activity.
I think about dating again and a giant glittery WHY pops into my head. For more bullshit? No, for dick only, everything else, move along.
I'm gathering all the love and kindness I would give to another person and giving it to myself. I deserve. That supply is endless, as most
Someone could argue that I was just in love with the wrong person. That I would agree with, even if it didn't feel wrong. And possibly it is a lot better when you are in love with the person who is perfect for you, whoever that is. Actually, that's just me, men are disappointing.
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Dating when you need something from the other person to complete you is always wrong. We all know people like that, who date because they can't be alone with themselves, or feel like they only "deserve" love/kindness/compassion within the bounds of a relationship. I definitely call shenanigans on that. Relationships can be incredibly meaningful but they are also a giant pain in the ass. Dating is only worth while if it's what you want to do, versus what you think you ought to.
My romance juices were drained when it comes to dudes (sucks for my husband), but I am still romantic with myself and my friends. I still experience romance, just not in a sexual relationship, I guess.
perhaps it's the ideal of love that we all want - i'm sceptical that it's out there myself but that's just me - an easy going companion with benefits would suit me.
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