The question that I have always asked myself was, "Is it worth the heartache"? Every relationship I have ever had; I always felt like I had to live up to someones expectations. If I had only been myself all that time, would it have worked out? Would it have crumbled? I can't remember the last time I have seen a functional relationship, and if so...was that couple
really "happy".
I grew up watching disfunctional relationships, and now that I'm older I realized that these so called "disfunctional" realtionships weren't indeed disfunctional; They were people who convinced themselves that they trulely loved that significant other or they had became someone else to make someone more interested. My parents are the perfect example why I value the word
love.
Love to me is more than four letters, it's actions...moments.
I can't count how many times I've seen love so poorly used. In my eyes, if you love someone: You, would go out of your way to always make sure that they know that you're love indeed is ment for them, and that person alone. I have had very few moments, very few
special moments...where I knew that the love that was being shared with me was infact real. These moments usually consist of you're first love, and you're last. For me, five months ago was the first time I was shown love from someone other than my family. Ever since then I felt like I could fly.
