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Nov. 5th, 2015 12:03 amI think your problem, my dear, is that you’ve forgotten what ‘true love’ means.
People talk about one true love, like some god rolls dice at birth and decides something immutable. But in the old songs, love is a delicate thing: it can last, yes, but it can also end.
True love is not the gold in a world full of pyrite. Your love should not be true to some marble ideal from stories told to youths by the fire in an inn.
No, true love is the ship that holds fast storm after storm. What your love should be true to is you, to the promises you’ve made each other, to the dreams and plans you’ve shared. Love does not fit one form: it is myriad.
Your problem is not that your true love is gone. Your problem is that you have no true love, not yet. It’s up to you to discover it and to define it.
People talk about one true love, like some god rolls dice at birth and decides something immutable. But in the old songs, love is a delicate thing: it can last, yes, but it can also end.
True love is not the gold in a world full of pyrite. Your love should not be true to some marble ideal from stories told to youths by the fire in an inn.
No, true love is the ship that holds fast storm after storm. What your love should be true to is you, to the promises you’ve made each other, to the dreams and plans you’ve shared. Love does not fit one form: it is myriad.
Your problem is not that your true love is gone. Your problem is that you have no true love, not yet. It’s up to you to discover it and to define it.
