I am changing the things I cannot accept."
To me, loving someone is always about the other person. If I say I love him, that means I care about him and want the absolute best for him. If it were someone else who made him happy, I would want him to pursue her rather than to settle for second best. Loving, to me, is an act of compassion, and it is sensible. It is the kind of love that one has for family and friends. It is always about the other person.
Falling in love, on the other hand, is all about me. It is about what I want. What I need. What makes me tick. It involves my innermost desires. It has everything to do with what my id, or the most basic of my natures, would do if unrestricted. It is everything the sensible part of me cannot comprehend. Falling for someone is about inexplicable attraction; it is how a celebrity heartthrob might make you feel — if in the same person lies your very best friend. You crave their attention, their company, their love. When I’m in love, there is a need to always want to be with the other person; regardless of how inconvenient or irrational it might be, or whether or not they even want to be with me.
Being in love makes you jealous and insecure. It comes with the fear of loss. It reminds you of the prospect of loneliness in any moment that you are without the person you are in love with. Being in love is absolutely frightful. And I make it one of my topmost priorities to be wary of it."
What a fascinating distinction.
Baby, those words are unfair and only meant to build up barriers, rather than tear barriers down.
Being in love means that sometimes, you want to be with someone all the time - to hold them close, to kiss them, and to love them.