prideful love is not how to love fully
I’m learning that love isn’t about pride. It’s about swallowing your pride and bringing yourself to the mercy of the other. It’s about entrusting that pride with the other and believing that he’ll fight equally as much if not more to protect your pride. It’s about trusting the other person to understand you without your guards up and to help keep them down. It’s about unabashedly indulging in your guilty pleasures and your little quirks in front of him. It’s about eating your food and laughing with your mouth wide open because it doesn’t matter if he can see the chewed up contents. It’s about trusting that when the piece of food comes flying out of your mouth or falls out of it, he understands and laughs while flinging another piece of food at you. It’s about being there for each other and lifting each other up, not shackling each other to worldly expectations.
Love isn’t about pride. Love is about love. Love is about letting yourself be vulnerable and enamored by what the other person stands for. It’s about defenselessness and openness. It’s about faith. Love isn’t about arguing and proving yourself right. It isn’t about putting up another set of walls because the last couple weren’t enough. It isn’t about walking on eggshells but about breaking them. It isn’t about telling other people you love him, it’s about telling him that yourself. It’s about taking risks and letting your emotions speak for themselves without being tethered to logic and self pride. It’s about being you. Love is you. You are love.