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What the fuck is love?
I look around and see people all mushy and gushy, this person who is holding their hand knows all their darkest secrets, some even declare they know them better than they know themselves. It's an unspoken bond, a best friend. It's undying respect.
I won't lie, I ache for that connection. That connection I don't have.
I've never asked too much of love.
Oh I've wanted a lot. The fairy tales. No. Something better than that.
But I've only ever asked that I have someone to trust and who trusts me implicitly. Someone who will always be honest with me, who I can talk to about everything and nothing and know that they won't be judging me.
Love is such a defining thing for people these days.
Why is it?
Why do people spend their whole lives seeking it?
Are we really nothing without the companionship of a life partner?
The older I get the more I don't believe in love.
Not the kind I had hoped for anyway.
I never wanted it right out of the movies, but I did want that person who just got you deep down, even if the surface stuff was messy.
Maybe I set my hopes too high?
Maybe love is one of those things you never stop looking for. Craving.
I can't help but wonder if it's real or something we're conditioned to believe in, to search for from birth.