There are these kinds of relationships.
Passionate.
You know, the passionate ones. The ones where sex is constantly on your mind. You spend your days imagining fingertips, lips, teeth, and tongue exploring every inch of bare skin. Every date, you sit across from each other, both of you nodding your heads, barely tolerating the required pretense of interest in conversation before you can satisfy your urges. You crave each other. It’s insatiable. It’s short lived. Besides a strong desire to feel skin against skin, you have nothing in common.
Needy.
You know, the needy ones. The ones where the other person loves you, wants you, needs you desperately. You like them, you may even love them, but your feelings can never match theirs. They are always so far ahead of you. It’s clear to everyone that they love you more. They call you incessantly. They are offended when you do things without them. They forgive you instantly for any transgression. Without you, their life would have little or no meaning. You are the center of their world. It’s short lived. These relationships can’t last. The neediness of the other eventually eats away at you. It wears you out. It makes you realize that you can’t respect them anymore.
Desperate.
You know, the desperate ones. The ones where you love the person so much more than they love you. The ones where you chase after the other person with all of your heart. You wake up early to fix your hair a certain way, dress a certain way, make them their favorite meals. You constantly try to remain interesting and attractive and alluring. You feel yourself putting other things aside, ignoring important things to satisfy them. You know you’re pathetic. You know that they can leave you at any moment. You’re entire life is filled with the insecurity of knowing that you love them more. They are everything.
Real.
You know, the real ones. The ones where you like to talk, to play, to argue. The ones where you can’t stand each other and can’t stand to be apart from one another at the same time. The ones where you each have your own life, but you allow each other to enrich them instead of control them. The ones where you switch off being needy and desperate but generally are equally obsessed. The ones where you feel secure but not bored, where you are just as excited about the conversation you have during dinner. You’ve seen each other bitchy, whiny, ugly, tired, sick and you still want each other desperately. It’s the ones where you know that neither of you is perfect, but you’re perfect for each other.
It’s nice to have reality for once.
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Passionate.
You know, the passionate ones. The ones where sex is constantly on your mind. You spend your days imagining fingertips, lips, teeth, and tongue exploring every inch of bare skin. Every date, you sit across from each other, both of you nodding your heads, barely tolerating the required pretense of interest in conversation before you can satisfy your urges. You crave each other. It’s insatiable. It’s short lived. Besides a strong desire to feel skin against skin, you have nothing in common.
Needy.
You know, the needy ones. The ones where the other person loves you, wants you, needs you desperately. You like them, you may even love them, but your feelings can never match theirs. They are always so far ahead of you. It’s clear to everyone that they love you more. They call you incessantly. They are offended when you do things without them. They forgive you instantly for any transgression. Without you, their life would have little or no meaning. You are the center of their world. It’s short lived. These relationships can’t last. The neediness of the other eventually eats away at you. It wears you out. It makes you realize that you can’t respect them anymore.
Desperate.
You know, the desperate ones. The ones where you love the person so much more than they love you. The ones where you chase after the other person with all of your heart. You wake up early to fix your hair a certain way, dress a certain way, make them their favorite meals. You constantly try to remain interesting and attractive and alluring. You feel yourself putting other things aside, ignoring important things to satisfy them. You know you’re pathetic. You know that they can leave you at any moment. You’re entire life is filled with the insecurity of knowing that you love them more. They are everything.
Real.
You know, the real ones. The ones where you like to talk, to play, to argue. The ones where you can’t stand each other and can’t stand to be apart from one another at the same time. The ones where you each have your own life, but you allow each other to enrich them instead of control them. The ones where you switch off being needy and desperate but generally are equally obsessed. The ones where you feel secure but not bored, where you are just as excited about the conversation you have during dinner. You’ve seen each other bitchy, whiny, ugly, tired, sick and you still want each other desperately. It’s the ones where you know that neither of you is perfect, but you’re perfect for each other.
It’s nice to have reality for once.
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