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To Love or Be Loved?

When you read the phrase “To Love or Be Loved”, what first comes to mind?
Do you know immediately which you would prefer?
Both?
Neither?
Is it hard to decide?
Is it hard to defer?
Do you fully understand the meaning?
Or are you torn between the two?
Do you understand that not everyone sees the phrase the same as you?
Do you love someone in sin?
Or is it right and pure?
When you tell people who you love do they mock and scorn you?
Or are they supportive and happy?
Do you want to be with them forever?
Or just for the night?
Week?
Month?
Or year?

love
noun
: a feeling of strong or constant affection for a person
: attraction that includes sexual desire : the strong affection felt by people who have a romantic relationship
: a person you love in a romantic way

Do you know what its like to be in love with someone and no one love YOU enough to accept or even just live with the fact that you’re in love with someone who they don’t necessarily like? Not even not that, they do like them, they just don’t like the fact you’re with them. Because its a “sin”. Its love, dude. FUCKING LOVE! Love isn’t supposed to be easy, i know that. But damn, when you love someone so much that your entire body craves them and aches when you’re not right beside them, how are you supposed to live with yourself? You didn’t ask for this! One day that person just walked up, you looked into their eyes and BAM! You fell. In love. You didn’t even know it. It hit you like a fucking Mac truck going 120 on a dirt road. No time to think it through or anything. You see them and next thing you know you don’t wanna go to sleep because you’re not done planning your wedding or the names of your children. Its sick. Gross. Makes me wanna vomit. You’re so angry and pissed off at everyone else because all you want is to be out and happy. But you’re stuck making out in bathrooms and closets (Literally) and living a lie and everyone else is so fucking happy. So happy. And you’re sick to death in love and you cant do anything about it.

Love is Love.

Accept it.

I’m done.