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Don’t marry someone you can only experience fairytale moments with. Marry someone you can do everyday life things with. Because eventually you’re going to have to pay bills, buy groceries, go to the post office and take care of your basics and it’s not going to be romantic. It’s just going to be real life. And that amazing cross-country road trip you took together isn’t going to mean shit when you fight at every rest stop.

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Fall in love with someone who thinks everything you do and everything that happens to you is a big deal. Fall in love with someone who thinks someone paying you a compliment is a testimonial to how awesome you. Who thinks anything you create is your finest masterpiece. Who thinks anything great that happened at work is grounds for a promotion. Who worries you’re on your deathbed any time you have so much as a small cold. Who hears you skipped breakfast this morning and is afraid that you’re mistreating your body. Who takes the time to do certain things to your liking because your desires and comfort are just that important.

Give your heart to someone who cherishes and loves even the things you can’t control about yourself, your life or current situations. Hang on to the person whose affection, protection and kindness comes naturally and without premeditation. That’s when you know that person isn’t sticking around for the moment or at the behest of their current whim. That’s when they’ve decided to camp out and make a home out of the corridors your heart. That’s when they’ve dedicated themselves to every part of you.

And if you’re ever not sure that’s the case, take the time to notice if together you have a relationship or if together you rule the world. The world should derail from its axis and the streets should quake when you two step out in them. True love will cause a blackout.

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There are no words that can be strung together breathtakingly enough to describe how it feels when someone looks at you like you are the world — as if they were awed by how the universe conspired just-so to bring you to being and have you by their side.

Filed under mi amor writing personal love prose

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Things to remember:

  • Someone who loves you will never make you feel bad about living your life.
  • A sign of a healthy relationship is being able to go for a few days without talking without worrying that the person is ignoring or betraying you.
  • Someone who is meant to be in your life will love all of you. All. Of. You. Even the bad or scary parts.
  • Treasure someone who listens to your worst inner thoughts without flinching. They plan to be there for the long haul.
  • You’ll know a person cares about you if they cater to you in the littlest of ways. Like stopping to get ice cream because you mentioned you want some or buying you a large instead of a small or watching a show with you even though it’s not really their thing. Your comfort should be just as important to them as theirs is to you.
  • You are not obligated to give unconditional love to anyone who puts conditions on the love they give you. If someone isn’t contributing to ANY kind of relationship, it is acceptable to cut them off.
  • Love yourself, but don’t stress out if you don’t 100 percent of the time. Complete self-acceptance is a journey, and it takes time.

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There’s something deeply frightening and wonderful in knowing exactly what face someone is going to make in a situation, predicting the tone of their voice and choice of words, being unsurprised by the way they interact with their environment in every situation. It’s scary and beautiful to know the course of every emotion one particular person feels, to know how to fix it, how to move in tune with them at every turn, no matter how chaotic it gets. It’s horrifying and delightful to think that your atoms vibrate in sync, the threads of your brain are knotted together, you walk the same line that leads you back to one another over and over again. It gets to the point where you could go your entire life without anyone else. You stop caring about who wants to be your friend, who does and doesn’t like you and all the miscellaneous strangers you were trying to impress before for reasons you can no longer pinpoint let alone understand. You stop trying to destroy yourself for other people, because finally, you have proof that the world can be better. You learn that most people suck, but the ones who don’t are the greatest gifts you have. Love is selfless that way.

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