It's a serious question. What happened to being with someone
because you love them? When did we put terms with who we could love? It
used to be that if that person made you happy, that's all that mattered.
It didn't make a difference what you looked like, or where you lived, or how
much money you made. All that mattered is that your person was all you needed,
just them, the way they were. The real person, not some made up fictional
character. Things have become so twisted today; everyone has a list of what the
person must have to qualify for their love. Money in the bank, the big house,
the expensive car, being able to cook, clean, and raise children.
When you really sit there and think about it
none of that shit really matters. Sure, they can make life a little easier or
leisure time more enjoyable, but do those things really matter? Or does the way
your person holds you, kisses you, and makes you feel whole matter more? When
you get married it basically spells it out for you. For richer or poorer, in
sickness and in health, till death do you part. People who can find that true
love are the richest people in the world. Because nothing else matters.
We need to get back to true love and not make a mockery of
it. From time to time, you will argue and be mad at each other, but those are
only small moments in a vast lifetime. When you find that person you will know,
and it’s a feeling you will never want to let go of.
