I love my mother But I don't want to be like her. I love my father. But I don't want a husband like him. I loved my childhood. But I don't want my children to grow up the way I did.
reminder that sylus’s very first moments post was a homophone in chinese for “love you forever and always”. thinking about how deep down, though he never outwardly showed it, how relieved and overjoyed sylus must’ve been to finally be reunited with mc and despite everything that went down in LAR, his love for her after all this time has and will never change ☹️☹️💔💔
Na-test ako dito actually HAHAHAHA for context, classmate niya ex niya tapos tinanong niya ako about dito (tho not really as a friend-friend but rather as someone na pwede pagtanungan for school stuff ganon). Who would've thought na lalabas pagkaselosa ko despite saying I am not
sasamahan ako mag simba every sunday, hindi tatawa sa mga insult abt women, politically aware na tao, maalaga both person tsaka animals, hindi ako hahayaang matulog na may galit or tampo, hindi ako sisigawan.
This is one of the most common and painful mistakes we make in relationships. You love deeply, loudly, and sacrificially. You give your time, your attention, your energy, your heart. And then you expect your partner to love you exactly the same way.
When they do not, you feel unloved. Not because they are not loving you, but because they are not loving you in your language. The truth is, people love differently. Some people show love through acts of service. Others through words of affirmation. Some through physical touch. Others through quality time or gifts. If you measure their love by your own standard, you will always find them lacking.
Love is not a mirror. It does not have to reflect your exact expression to be real. Your partner may not write you long paragraphs, but they may show up every single day. They may not buy extravagant gifts, but they may fix things around the house without being asked. They may not say "I love you" a hundred times, but they may listen to you vent for an hour without interrupting.
That is still love. It just looks different.The danger of measuring someone's love by your own is that you will overlook genuine care while chasing a fantasy version of romance that only exists in your head. You will become bitter. They will become exhausted. And the relationship will crumble not from lack of love, but from lack of understanding.
Instead of measuring, learn. Learn how your partner loves. Learn what makes them feel loved. And learn to recognise love even when it does not wear your favourite colour. Your partner is not you. That is not a flaw. That is the point.