I like relationships where I can be fully myself and express myself in all ways, shapes and forms.

For The First Time

In my first love, I experienced the type of love they wrote about in poems, songs and movies. It was silly, beautiful and fueled with crazy energy. We still talk every two months to update each other about life and listen to each other’s problems.

It Gets Better

In my second love, I experienced the type of realistic love I’ve desired but never thought really existed. The balance between fairytale-cottage-in-the-countryside and jet-setters-conquering-the-world. It was everything I wanted and more. We grew together, we supported each other, we were there when things got tough.

Love

I still love these two people deeply with my entire soul and being. They have forever homes in my heart. It took a long time, but I’ve learnt to live without them. I’ll never stop loving them. It’s the kind of love you don’t understand exists, until you really experience it. The kind of love that makes your heart cum. Love that has nothing to do with anything else, but just pure raw love. And above all, love that created and destroyed all the time.

Two Types of Relationships

Love is absolutely not possession. Love is setting one free while wishing all the happiness in the world for that person. Of course of all people, I do know that my kind of love is more than just a luxury. It’s like a solar eclipse, rare but when it happens, the world stops for a moment and watch in awe.

And I am beyond thankful to have experienced such intense passion of love. People asked me how do I know love. I guess I never fully know love, but I always know what I felt and defined love in my own ways.

I believe there’s a huge difference between being in a relationship of loving another person vs a relationship of genuine care, seeing the other person grow and be happy, being successful in the ways they can be and helping them to believe in themselves the way I believe in them and remind them that they are the perfect work-in-progress that I see inside.

It’s two types of love, but man, do I prefer the latter.

Love,
L

We don’t fall in love. We rise in the presence of love.