The Security Blanket Relationship.

So, let's call him John.
And, let's call her Jane.

And why don't you guys just sit down.
Yes, right there. That's fine. Make yourselves comfortable, don't mind the light.
Ladies and gentlemen: Exhibit A.

Jane's favorite activities:
"Skyping with John, being with John, loving John, hugging John, talking to John, imitating John."

Jane's interests:
"John."

Jane's favorite music:
"John's voice."

Movies?
"Every movie I've ever watched with John."

There exists a relationship, where two people are completely devoted to each other. They love each other, are crazy about each other in every sense of the word, respect each other, and want to spend every waking moment with each other. And branching from that, there exists a relationship where you need the other person.

And I am completely disgusted and terrified by it.

The kind of love that totally consumes you, that tips the scales of everything, that outweighs life, that turns every second into your Incredible Love Story is real love, right? Love-love?

No.


The best kind of love? Wanting some one without needing them. Passion without clinginess. To not be used to fill some kind of emotional void. Or stroke an ego.

I think the act of being with some one, simply because of who they are, and not because of what they do for you, or what they make you feel, is the most romantic thing. That's love.

I'm against ownership, and don't believe in 'other halves'.
My existence will not gravitate around you. I refuse to hand over my identity. To change the 'I's of my sentences into 'we's. I want to love you and remain my own person. Without needing you to validate me. So that you know, that I am with you because you are stellar.

That's my kinda love.

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