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even platonically, falling in love is one of the most beautiful things about life. more specifically, loving people- the way your friends do something thatā€™s so characteristically themselves, and you canā€™t help but get up and throw your arms around them and think, maybe youā€™re the best thing thatā€™s ever happened to me. the way your mother smiles and the weird little color offset in her eyes catch the light so right, and then she tells a funny joke and it catches you so off guard that you spit your water out. the way that boy in the hallway smiled at you when you started geeking about the band on your shirt. i love to love people. i love to love all of the little things that make people unique. i love to imagine that our paths cross in every universe. ā€œi am a mosaic of everyone i have ever met in this lifetime.ā€
Jan 24, 2025

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this has probably been rec'd before but even though i am horribly sad i am also deliriously happy to have met someone so amazing and connected to someone more deeply than i ever really have before, even if for a short time. it's like the priests speech in fleabag when he says "when you find someone you love it feels like hope" , i think that's what it felt like meeting this person, like hope. seeing so many of the most human parts of myself that i often dislike most about myself reflected in another person, and seeing it all as beautiful, and learning that the weird or embarrassing little things that you think only you have experienced have actually been experienced by someone else too. It seemed to happen so quickly and I thought maybe I was crazy, but maybe it was just part of the natural progression of us, like how some flower species might pollinate faster than others. and now i see their name and the things i learned from the relationship everywhere.Ā Itā€™s like in elementary school when you learn a new word, like ā€œBoat,ā€ and suddenly boats seem to appear everywhere, where before the concept of a boat wouldā€™ve just been a distant floating speck or an invisible blankness
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now i am a very lucky person because i am in love with some who was once one of my best friends. (sadly this rec probably isnā€™t universally applicable but contains good lessons i hope!) iā€™d met him during the first week of freshman year of college, and we immediately became close. hung out a ton and related on a lot of issues/values but our interactions were always platonic. by wintertime we were being seen together around campus a ton, to the point that our acquaintances started asking whether we were a couple. weā€™d laugh at the idea, even joking about it ourselves. oh how oblivious we were. spring rolled around and i suddenly caught feelings. for a couple weeks i tried to convince myself i didnā€™t like him because i was so afraid of losing our beautiful friendship. i thought it impossible that he would feel the same as me. yes, pretty torturous!! alas, my Emotional Suppression didnā€™t work. thank god, because one night when we were hanging out in my room he finally kissed me. i had been so afraid but instantly i knew it was right. the risk was worth it. weā€™ve now been together for almost two years and he is truly the love of my life. he is the best risk Iā€™ve ever taken. yes this is so platitudinous, but sometimes love comes when you least expect it and appears in odd places! more generally, i think - looking for people whose values align with yours is a wonderful place to start establishing intimate and long-lasting relationships, both platonic and romantic. - itā€™s never worthwhile to force something to work out if your gut tells you itā€™s wrong ā€” youā€™re worth more than that. love doesnā€™t thrive when itā€™s fed by obligation and pressure. - donā€™t be afraid to present yourself in your full authenticity to others. if someone else has a problem with You in your Grandest Expression, theyā€™re not worth your energy. love is meant to affirm and expand who you are, not place boundaries on it. - go on self dates and explore what it means to have a loving relationship with yourself! you, as a singular self, are already whole and enough without having a partner. you are complete as a baseline regardless of your relationship status; a partner is meant to complement and embrace this wholeness!! love is ridiculous and hard and beautiful; trust it when you feel it!!
Nov 10, 2024
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love is beautiful. love is pure. love is enduring. iā€™m not sure if my standards for love are too high, but i worry i donā€™t mean it. iā€™d change my character, overcome weaknesses for those i say it to, yet it never feels like enough. i want to embrace someone not only through touch, but through the warmth of my actions and presence. love knows no bounds. i want to break every single wall a person can put up. still, i know there are limits to love. love is undefinedā€”it is not a singular, universal concept for every person. i fear i can never truly portray my love for another without everything crashing down, whether due to the walls weā€™ve built to shield ourselves from the world or to passing circumstances. maybe iā€™m not concerned about my feelings for others. maybe the words ā€œi love youā€ donā€™t quite serve me justice. still, from this new perspective, itā€™s an affectionate, enkindling acknowledgement to give anotherā€”akin to kissing your loved one on the cheek each morning before leaving for work. love: a word that can be used for anyone, whether platonically or romantically. we really should say these words shamelessly to those around us every day. itā€™s a marvel to think over what true love means to you and how it can vary from person to person. i think this is what makes it beautiful. your idea of love will fit into anotherā€™s idea of love. i hope everyone who reads this is lucky enough to find that person they mesh together with.^^

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i have come to the realization that maybe this was never about love at all. maybe it was never about being too shy to ask first. maybe it was never about late night phone calls and maybe just maybe being something beyond a little trinket you find and put in your pocket on your walk. maybe i was the problem. or maybe im just sixteen. and maybe ill never know which of those are true or if itā€™s some golden ratio of both- does it matter at all? for a minute there, i had some hope. just please dont look at them that way. please dont hate me forever. please dont make me watch while you continue on like nothing ever happened, without so much as a goodbye on your way out. you really couldnt even bother to close the door?
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