Don’t Love Me For The Idea You Have Of Me
Do not love me for the idea of me. Life happens to us all, we all need someone who will love us in the most perfect way. But while we long for this version of vulnerability, we do not want someone who will love us for the idea that they have of us. This whole shit about love is freaking confusing and sometimes, makes one want to go insane. We all need someone to love us for whom we are. We all need that one person who sees the other side of us.
Expectations are overwhelming. When people, especially the ones we love expect so much from us, it is sickening. What happens if we do not measure to these expectations? Would they forsake us for not measuring up? Will they love us less? Or will they count us unworthy of their love? Don’t love me for the idea you have of me, love me whole, without strings of expectations, love me for me, not for the image you have created in your imagination about me, not for that perfect art of me you created in utopia for obviously, that is not me. Don’t love me for how perfect you think I speak, do not crave for me in my awards and accolades or for my many achievements and perceived future achievements. Love me when I am bare and deserve to be loved. Do not tie emotions to the perceived bright future you think that I have. Do not love me for whom I am nor what you think I would become. Titles fade away, achievements come and go, but that part of me that wants you to yearn for me, that constantly want to be abreast with how much you want me and that part that continuously wants to hear you say that “I am everything you want” stays. I just desire that you love me when I am at my most imperfect moment.
Between us, I don’t know if what you feel is true, or if you are struggling to make your feelings real, but right now, I know that what gives you the strength to act the way you do is the idea of me. Loving someone for what they represent is nothing but a sham and when that storm that characterizes love shows up at the door, it is going to blow your love away, just as water erases scribble on the sea shores. Love me for every minute detail that makes me a different human from every other person out there.
Love me at my worst, at my craziest and weirdest moments. The idea of me is like an act I cannot afford to put up, and an apparel I cannot afford to wear every day of my life. We all have our battles to fight, thus, do not make me fight yours by making me live that conceptual imaginary life. Do not see me as the perfect flawless person who would make your dreams come true or that person who would make your dream come alive by putting yours on hold. I am scared of these battles and I am not the perfect person to assign those dreams. Love me for my weird self, subtle nature, but don’t make me hide myself or feel like I am not good enough. Don’t make me feel like a piece of work. Love me, make me happy, satisfied, and vulnerable without making me feel that sit is control, grandiosity or ego.
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