the 24th: part deux

Just thought I'd hit up the blog again for a bit of a rant.

I hate it when girls write these big long paragraphs about how they want to meet the guy who will kiss their nose and tell them they're beautiful and call them just to let them know he's thinking about them and play with their hair and this and that, because about ten of those guys actually even exist, and seven of them are gay. Love isn't about that at all, those are only the perks that you hope will come with it.

When you fall in love, you accept the entirety of a person, including their flaws and what they don't have. You need an eternal, inexhaustible patience for them. You have to be accommodating and understanding, and you have to appreciate every aspect of them. You have to love their temper, their stubborn streak, and their forgetfulness. You have to deal with all the issues that stem from who they are as a person. And even when you hit a rough spot, even when they toss you aside like a piece of wet Kleenex, even when they seek to replace you, even when they forget about the level of emotional intimacy you reached together and just how much it's really worth and how rare it is, even when minutes become hours and hours become days and days become weeks and weeks become months and you are still waiting, still waiting without saying one fucking word and relying solely on the faith in how powerful your connection really is


you stick by him.



Because you love him.






...you idiot.