Love becomes a chase for many reasons. I spent a time falling after whoever made me feel whole again. Self love set me aside to seeking a partner. The idea of someone who can pick up on the path I’m on sounds relaxing.
That scene from Daddio is heavy. And some men would disagree, but there’s some truth to, “looking like a family man is more important than being one.”
Maybe there are more than three loves? Maybe there are three romantic loves. But in our entire existence, there are more than three loves in a life, if we assume our first loves were our parents (attachment styles).
I think the beauty of all our loves is that it lets us rewrite histories (both dangerous and beautiful), redefine love, and build new emotional vocabulary.
Perhaps deep down each love is an effort to see and be seen, naked and exposed, and ultimately be ourselves. The third (or final) love, hopefully, feels like you’re building your dream home. Maybe there’s still some safety gear, walls, or demolitions here or there, but there’s a strong foundation and no sharp corners.
是你的就是你的. And hopefully the third love is where the doors match. Not in aesthetics, prestige, statuses, material goods/money, or even compatibility, but in real intangibles. The emotional generosity, capacity and willingness, to love someone that will be different from you, now and later. Doors that might close, but never be locked out of the relationship.
i get asked this question so much, it’s annoying tbh
like it’s some metric to achieve in life, when really, to me, it’s a lifelong commitment that’s not going to be seen or understood by other people at all, behind closed doors
i think what’s important to me is that when the lights dim, and the music stops playing, and the cameras stop rolling, it’s just 2 people in the same room choosing to build and live a life together. choosing each other
Love becomes a chase for many reasons. I spent a time falling after whoever made me feel whole again. Self love set me aside to seeking a partner. The idea of someone who can pick up on the path I’m on sounds relaxing.
That scene from Daddio is heavy. And some men would disagree, but there’s some truth to, “looking like a family man is more important than being one.”
Maybe there are more than three loves? Maybe there are three romantic loves. But in our entire existence, there are more than three loves in a life, if we assume our first loves were our parents (attachment styles).
I think the beauty of all our loves is that it lets us rewrite histories (both dangerous and beautiful), redefine love, and build new emotional vocabulary.
Perhaps deep down each love is an effort to see and be seen, naked and exposed, and ultimately be ourselves. The third (or final) love, hopefully, feels like you’re building your dream home. Maybe there’s still some safety gear, walls, or demolitions here or there, but there’s a strong foundation and no sharp corners.
是你的就是你的. And hopefully the third love is where the doors match. Not in aesthetics, prestige, statuses, material goods/money, or even compatibility, but in real intangibles. The emotional generosity, capacity and willingness, to love someone that will be different from you, now and later. Doors that might close, but never be locked out of the relationship.
i get asked this question so much, it’s annoying tbh
like it’s some metric to achieve in life, when really, to me, it’s a lifelong commitment that’s not going to be seen or understood by other people at all, behind closed doors
i think what’s important to me is that when the lights dim, and the music stops playing, and the cameras stop rolling, it’s just 2 people in the same room choosing to build and live a life together. choosing each other
She awakens... slowly but surely
I'm looking to embrace the third. I'm ready. 😍
I’m not eating dinner today because I woke up too early and now I’m not hungry I’m just sleepy