A woman I love and admire very much told me she didn’t believe in unconditional love…that she
A woman I love and admire very much told me she didn’t believe in unconditional love…that she didn’t believe anyone would ever feel it for her.The tiny rebel inside me started gnashing her teeth and pounding her fists on the walls of my heart. I wanted to prove her wrong, but felt powerless to do so. I’m mad at “love.” That stupid, stupid idea/feeling/word that comes with stories and rules and just fucks with everyone. In the past I had sort of resigned myself to being alone. To being ok with being just who I am. Facing my fears, and all the day to day stuff, without help. Always without help. I knew about the “be your own primary” mantra and did my best to take myself on dates….to live as if my favorite company was always around. Being the one I run to. Maybe I was mad at my friend’s confession because she is one of the smartest and prettiest and sweetest people I know. If she can’t believe in unconditional love for herself what does that mean for the rest of us? For me?Is it even possible to unconditionally love yourself? -- source link
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