FotD: Falling in love has neurological effects similar to cocaine.
So, I’m really traditional in a lot of ways. For instance love. I love everything. I do not love everyone. I don’t not believe in saying the words love to anyone who I just like or, for instance, a boyfriend of not even ONE HOUR!
Saying I love you, to me, is something that shouldn’t be said until you’re fully sure you’re ready to commit a relationship with that person. Saying I love you to family, children, or even close friends is fine to me. Trust me, I have friends that I absolutely love and adore, just as I have family that I love and adore. Their relationships in my life is cemented. I know it and they know it.
Buuuuut, first thing you need to know about me is that I’m not overly affectionate…or affectionate at all. I don’t do love, affection, or clingy. I may be optimistic but I know how love is. And affection. And the clingyness of a boyfriend. I do not like that. Sure, if we’ve been dating for a while I don’t care if we’re affectionate and snuggling and lovey. But I have to actually love him.
However, if we’ve only been dating for say one hour(even if I’ve know him for a while longer than that) I DO NOT want him to ask 20 different variations of where I am or “hello can I call you”. Sorry, but if you’re going to act like that to me if we’ve only been dating for a little while then I’m going to cut you off cold turkey. No more me for you. Another thing that just irks me is when I say goodbye and you tell me three times that you love me. HELL NO!
We were only dating for a little bit, despite me knowing him for a couple months, when he said the big three words. LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING. Love is important. Only say it when you mean it and when you’re ready to commit to something, that’s my opinion at least. Love is cement and it should not be treated like sand. So easily picked up and brushed off. If I love someone I might tell them once every year(like I said I’m not a very affectionate person). If I don’t, you can guarantee we’re breaking up and I’m probably going to be so disgusted with you that I’m not going to talk to you. I may be overreacting, but love is extremely important to me. It’s not something I can take lightly. It’s all or nothing for me.
So, to the boy who just ruined any chance he had with me in the future, I hope you’re happy. You pushed and pushed and pushed, and when I finally gave in you blew it. You knew me well enough to know I don’t roll like that, except you thought you were the exception. Guess what, you’re not. And we’re done. End of story…
My rant is done. And now I feel slightly less flustered.