I was going to do some research and throw some statistics or studies at you from across the blogosphere, but I decided to take a more loving approach…
Love… love is like an octopus… nope, I have already used that one.
Love is tricky AF.
I have been a little bit of a love cynic lately.
We hear of so many stories of heartbreak, loss, abuse, infidelity… the list goes on and on. I mean, we hear love stories also… but they are always the beginning of the story.
The beginning is always good. I want stories about the middle of the relationship.
I want stories about lovers setting each other free, not tying each other down.
I want stories about embracing each others differences, not trying to change one another.
I want stories about being adults and instead of punishing one another and being hurtful or controlling, realizing that you are not suited and moving on. Because even that in itself is a loving act.
Lies and accusations and control only cages everyone involved.
What we seem to accept as love is what anchors us to one person, but I don’t think this is how it should be.
Wouldn’t you prefer to fly next to someone, freely, watching as you both soar and achieve and grow, instead of snipping each others wings?
And I think for us to find THIS love, this love with wings, we need to first be whole people. We need to first allow our own clipped wings to grow back.
How can you possibly soar in the sky with someone if you cannot fly yourself?
BTW this was for my “Love is not an anchor” prompt…
Yeah… no explanation needed…