Tag: loving

I desire to be appreciated, rather than merely tolerated

Keywords: acknowledgment , appreciation , friendships , personal growth , reflection , self acceptance , self esteem , Taylor swift , transformation , Vulnerability

I want to be someone who loves unconditionally. But, I realized I do have a condition that keeps me from loving people that way: and it’s my desire to be appreciated, rather than merely tolerated.

https://andreastatler.com/2022/02/28/toleration-vs-appreciation

I want to fall in love once again and this time, maybe Forever

Keywords: Life , musings , bloggerlife , Life Lessons , lovestory , Readergram , Women Writers , Writersgram

When I was down with fever, I always thought, “What if I died alone in an apartment?” My soul kept screaming that, “You would die after hearing those magical words, never lose hope.” I want to trust my heart even though it was sedated that night. I want to be someone’s forever in this world full of “Maybe.” Love as magical as it sounds, can be my cause of loneliness. Love as joyful as it sounds, might break my strength. Maybe someday, someone would save my drowning soul. Maybe I get to hear my share of “I love you.” At the end of my story, there will always be a “Maybe.”

https://nidhantrika07.wordpress.com/2022/01/18/maybe-forever

We love each other

I myself have come up with a hypothesis. I did this more or less by myself — and of course if you are familiar with my own ideas related to environment, habitat and so on, then you will take that remark about my own (singular) behavior with a grain of salt. 😉

Why do I want to underscore my own quasi “singularity” this way? Because I want to contrast my own behavior with the plurality of lovers — which is precisely my hypothesis: love is a plural behavior. All participants in a loving relationship realize that it is based on the mutual recognition that the “other(s)” in the relationship both derive satisfaction from appreciating the other(s), but also derive satisfaction from pleasing one another. This activates not only so-called “mirror neurons” but also feeds the narcissistic hunger for self-worth (and via a positive self-image also ultimately contributes towards a positive and a positively meaningful self-actualisation — i.e. in the context of others).

It’s just a hypothesis. If it were something more, then I might be more confident in following it up. But since I have no shortcomings about confidence in my own ideas, I will follow up as if it were something more.

Thus, therefore, … When someone says “I love you”, they take reciprocation as given. Whether or not this reciprocation actually exists needs to be determined. And perhaps such reciprocity needs to be developed over time. We do not normally move from a blank slate to full-on love at first sight. Such fantasies exist primarily because they seem extreme (i.e. fantastic) … almost like ideal states.

In real life love is only gradually proven.

PS: featured image adapted from “Banksy Girl and Heart Balloon” CC0 image (see credit via openverse.org below)

“Banksy Girl and Heart Balloon” by – Dom – is marked with CC0 1.0.

I am broken. I am tired of pain. I am tired of feeling so hurt. I want to be whole again.

Keywords: broken , heart , hurt , love , pain

I want to be a masterpiece. I want to be loved by someone who thinks all of time stands still when looking into my eyes. I’m tired of pouring what little I have left into people who don’t appreciate me. I am ready to be full of life and joy and laughter. I want peace. I want to see the light. I want to be everything to someone. I want to be special. I want someone to beg for me to stay instead of asking me to leave. I want someone to fight for me and cherish me. I want someone to treasure me and value me. To truly love and want me. I want to be whole and I don’t want to do it alone.

https://explainmythoughts.wordpress.com/2015/07/11/37

I want to have down time and too much stimulation sends me into a ball of stress and anxiety

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I want to fall hopelessly and relentlessly in love with someone and I want them to feel the same about me. Sometimes I think that maybe I deserve to be this lonely all the time because I did some horrible awful in a past life or even in this one. I don’t know! I know that I have wanted nothing but to feel loved in this life and so far I haven’t felt it. People always say but you have your kids. That isn’t the same. I want someone to touch me and have it feel like they never want to let me go. I want someone to look at me like I am the reason the sun shines and I can look at them with that same feeling. I want to be held and kept safe. I want someone to do random romantic cheesey things for me without me having to tell the. Lastly I want someone to take care of my heart like it’s a most precious thing in the world to them.

https://belladonna1976dotcom.wordpress.com/2018/01/07/i-want

I don’t concern myself with ideas of wanting to be loved as much as I do the thought that I might never be loved

Keywords: essay , friendship , love , self

One of my favourite parts of my day is cooking dinner just for myself. The other day, as I was walking to my local shop, and I had to position my umbrella in a certain way so that the couple walking towards me, who were sharing an umbrella, didn’t crash into me. I remember thinking that it would make a really good scene in a Fleabag-esque show, where the protagonist is single and unlucky in love and everyone else manages to get into relationships and make joint dinners and split the tasks. They are probably looking at a list they wrote together and saying, “you get the potatoes, I’ll get the butter.” Whereas, there I am, staring at sushi and debating if it’s going to be a sweet or savory bagel week. Then it hits me that this is my life, and that being single for my twenties isn’t just some hypothetical possibility, but is a real version of reality that I live in. It’s gone past the point of randomly sending my friends texts that say ‘will I ever be lovable?’ and has simply become my state of being. The self pitying is slowly evaporating and I’ll sternly tell myself ‘you are living it. This is it. It’s lovely and it’s also sometimes hard. By the way you’re going to crash into that couple coming towards you if you don’t move your umbrella’. Sometimes, I reminisce on the times where I’ve acted like a pretend girlfriend for a week maximum, and then I’ll make a joke to myself that it’s a bit like when people go on those intensive courses where you learn how to drive in seven days and then pass your test. I keep failing my test. Only metaphorically, obviously, I can’t drive because I always live in big cities with public transport and none of my shoes are sensible. Some couples make me believe that love is real, and acknowledge that it isn’t just a pretend feeling people curate so they can tick off ‘get married’ in their mental to-do list. Other times I’ll see a man in a peacoat and a scarf talk down to his partner and tell her that her friends are all too dramatic and hysterical. Then I consider myself one of the lucky ones. There you have it, another contradiction. Love is both real and not real, it’s a jackpot to know what you’re getting yourself into. I would rather be alone for the rest of my life than have a man in a sensible coat think he can patronise me in the street, and I mean that truly.

https://elliciaroxanne.wordpress.com/2021/11/12/contradictions