Love is a funny thing, isn’t it? And there are many kinds of ‘love,’ too. For example; the love you have for a pet isn’t the same love you have for a human being. Or the love you have for a parent isn’t the same from of love you have for a boyfriend, right? But how can we differentiate that? Okay, so loving an animal is, for sure, different than loving a human, I understand that one, but what about the love for one human to another?

They are both deep and meaningful feelings. It’s so strong you can’t live without that person, or at least you feel that you can’t. The feelings you have for your family members, no matter how many arguments, no matter how many times they (or you) say the wrong things, or how different they are to you, the love you have for them never really changes. But what about for a boyfriend? It feels that the more arguments you have and the more different they are than you, you drift apart, you fall away from one another… Why can’t we push it to the side and accept who they are as easy as we can with our family? What makes us so obsessed with wanting to change that person into the perfect person? Into someone who, is essentially, another you? Because, with family, it’s easy to accept.

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“Oh, here comes Uncle John again. Why does he insist on kissing on both cheeks?”–You complain but comply. You accept them even if who they are irritates you. But with a significant other, it becomes much harder. You start wishing they were someone else—your dream guy. That’s where love differentiates, you can’t choose your family, so you love them regardless of the things you don’t like about them, but with boyfriends, there are plenty other suitors out there.

You’ve probably told yourself that “he doesn’t get you”, or that “were just to different” and “I need to find someone who’s like me.” Well, I see your point, I really do. So much in fact, I did exactly that. Get someone else that is. How did it end? Well, I guess I’ll have to start from the beginning.