Tuesday, 26 April 2016
“Can I tell you a secret? You don’t have to be in a relationship.
I mean it. I know they force it down your throat until you choke on it. Girls aren’t pretty unless they’re wanted. Boys aren’t men unless they’re having sex with someone. People aren’t lovable until they’re dating someone.
But a relationship won’t always make you happy, and as wonderful as romance is, it isn’t the only love that exists. I have seen friendships that are deeper and more pure than couples who swear it’s forever - and yet the friendship is the one people ignore.
I have heard so often “nobody loves me” out of the mouths of people who are single. And it kills me because if you ask them: where are your parents, your teachers, your classmates, your pets - they say, yes, okay, but it doesn’t count. Of course it counts, love doesn’t diminish just because someone doesn’t want to have sex with you. In fact, doesn’t it sort of make that love more real that they want nothing - not even a date - out of you?
It is pretty to be in love. It’s magical, I’m sure. But it’s also wonderful to stop for ice cream in your prom dress with six other girls. It’s also wonderful to go visit the world with nothing but a bunch of buddies who are really excited about learning.
The problem is: we’ve made everything about “the one”. But maybe “the one” is just you, loving yourself, having fun, and being happy. Maybe instead of looking for our other halves, we should be piecing ourselves together.
Maybe I wasn’t born unfinished. Maybe I am the one who makes myself better.”
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Saturday, 21 November 2015
The first time she said it, he was on the floor, looking for something. “I love you.” It was quiet, as if a passing thought, but
he froze, like it was the most important thing in the world. “Say it again,” he said, turning to look at her. “I love you.” She whispered.
And there was something about the way she sat there, quivering like a leaf, that made him want to sit down and
hold her forever. “I love you I love you I love you.” She was getting much too brave, and the words rolled off her tongue like they’d been waiting for a long time to be heard. “I have been too afraid all my life.” She said. “But I am tired now. Screw building walls and hiding emotions. “I am fucking terrified, and perhaps I don’t know much. But I love you,” she laughed. “I know that I love you.”