I actually don't believe in love.
Okay I get it if you fall for someone.
But at some point you're more used to the person than you love them. That is what forbids you from letting go of them, not love.
The idea of not being able to live without someone is stupid, sure your life will be different, so fucking different, but you'll be able to live.
I don't think people actually understand the concept of love, and if they do, they don't act on it.
It's more complicated than being there for each other.
It's feeling each other's pain before you know about it. Being there before you see them break. Giving them your all without expecting anything because you know they'll give you that.
But since no one's gives their all none of us really know what love is.
I know some will say they gave their all and got nothing back and now they wish they didn't, but that's the thing when you love someone you don't regret giving your all.
When my boyfriend asked why I broke up with him the first time, that was the moment I realised why I did that,
"I wasn't giving you my all," I said and it all came rushing out without my permission, "between work, school, family and myself, you weren't getting any, I couldn't be with you while being with all of this. I couldn't be with you and not give you my all."
He didn't like my answer, "so work was more important than me ?"
He didn't even say us, he was that selfish and he knew I couldn't leave work.
We are seven in my family, and only 2 of us were working. My father hadn't been to work in 2 months and he stayed home for 3 more months after that, he knew that but he ignored it because his happiness was more important than me helping my family.
That is when you know he will never be there for you.
