No one’s love (or lack of) defines the love I can and will give. I define my love. And I distribute it how I please. Whether it’s to the loveless or those filled with it.
I won’t let a bad experience in loving someone stop that. That was their loss. And that was my mistake for giving what they couldn’t handle or appreciate.
But I used to let it make me a cynical soul. After heartbreaks, I’d tell myself I’d “never let someone in that close, again”. Foolish me.
Overtime, I learned that love isn’t something you omit because of a bad experience. ‘Cos that only hurts your growth, in the end.
And I realized that I still have love for my past lovers. However, I don’t allow them to disrupt my space, my mind, my love for me, anymore.
My point is: If they don’t appreciate the love you give, fuck ‘em. But don’t hate ‘em. There are other souls out there that will welcome you and the love you possess.
some of y’all so desensitized to sex
it’s going to ruin every relationship you’ll ever be in
and you’ll wonder why it never works
and it’s because you approach every relationship
like it’s a porno