Our culture doesn't have many stories or examples of "how to love something that you are not/can not be connected to". We're either supposed to reciprocate like mad, or die (of) unrequited. I refuse to do the latter.
There's a book published, which apparently sucks, but I think the title in important "Maybe he's just not that into you". Sika and I were discussing this, the importance of sometimes accepting that it's not YOU who is failing in obtaining/maintaining a relationship, it's that the object of your affections isn't interested. And that that's OK.
It still feels like suck. I'm still struggling with the world of "I still love this person, I don't miss my relationship with them, but I miss them" and how to have that play out in a way that doesn't destroy my self-worth.
I keep reminding myself that love is not always a course of action, it's sometimes a way of being.
Learning by experience always looks easier than it is.
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There's a book published, which apparently sucks, but I think the title in important "Maybe he's just not that into you". Sika and I were discussing this, the importance of sometimes accepting that it's not YOU who is failing in obtaining/maintaining a relationship, it's that the object of your affections isn't interested. And that that's OK.
It still feels like suck. I'm still struggling with the world of "I still love this person, I don't miss my relationship with them, but I miss them" and how to have that play out in a way that doesn't destroy my self-worth.
I keep reminding myself that love is not always a course of action, it's sometimes a way of being.
Learning by experience always looks easier than it is.