Bear with me as I write my thoughts of love, relationship, and all that.
I don’t know how I could commit myself into a relationship when I knew that I wasn’t completely ready. Single (average self-esteemed) people, when you’ve read that you should love yourself before you can love others, it is so true. SO TRUE. Only when you’ve truly felt like you’re enough and you’re perfect just the way you are and you love yourself without conditions…only then you’d be able to give your love to someone else…to give the effort to love someone else.
My instinct, gut feeling, or whatever was warning me. Yet I ignored it. I wanted to give it a chance. Nothing wrong in that, yes. But it IS wrong when you commit to something you’re not sure about. There was a dilemma in this. And I took the plunge.
By doing so, I am hurting the other person. And this will hurt me more, knowing that I’m doing this to the other person.
If he were the one, I wouldn’t look elsewhere. If he were the one, I’d give my ALL. I know my ALL. I gave it once to someone before.
Our personalities don’t fit. Our expectations don’t fit. Our ideas of love and relationship don’t fit. Our goals for the future don’t fit.
Then how the heck did we end up together, you ask? Foolish hope. Desperation for someone to lean on. Someone new. Different.
It’s sad. Truly is. Won’t deny it.
Listening to “I don’t feel it anymore” by William Fitzsimmons.