I spent all of my childhood and early adult life indulging in the fantasies of love that mass media portrays. I spent countless hours reading and watching stories of love and what it means to be in love, from which I learned what I thought to be “the right way to love”. I found that in every story there comes a point where the words “I need you to survive” are uttered or implied and in that moment love is actualized.
But I am realizing that love isn’t about that at all…
It’s not about being unable to breathe because the other person is your air.
Love, to me now, is about finding someone who can hold their own but knows that everything is better with me around. It’s about enhancing a life, not giving purpose to it.
Love is not about giving another person a reason for their existence, it’s about enhancing the human experience of both parties.