Love is too contagious !

Isn’t it crazy how love can easily become a toxin if you’d allow it to be ?

It’s funny when you think of it, children and puppy love, seeing that they like each other for who they are and not for what they pretend to be. These days love is something that is very, extremely, underrated and overrated at the same exact time. Sad isn’t it ?


Every man, woman, including you and me, are involved in this circled game we call a “cycle”. You find someone you meet, you like them, you tend to fall for them sometimes but then they disappoint you ! Oh no ! Didn’t find what you expected to be there ? So sorry . Welp, better luck next time. 

We’re so used to being expected to impress the opposite sex because of what they have or what we want them to think we have… or who they wished they were, vice versa. It’s a game really, who impresses who the most. But it’s so exhausting after a while you lie and lie and lie until you’ve forgotten the lie you’ve given the last time so you make a new one. 

Frustrating isn’t it ?

What I’m afraid of is a whole nation creating bastards out of lust and not realizing that they’re continuing this horrid cycle. Change who you are, build on that image and when you’re tired you show your real colors. 

THATS A BORE! (and false advertisement might I add.) Be who you are, show your true colors from the gate, you could be surprised on who you end up being a minute, an hour, a year later. As people we evolve;

We always evolve.

We strive to be better (well some of us) and succeed to be happy in life, but those who are so trapped in society’s ways, believe they need to put up a plethora of fronts in order to be considered what they want to be remembered as, even if it isn’t true. But even that comes collapsing down. 

Growing up is hard, but staying young isn’t. Especially with love . If you think of yourself and the opposite sex as children, you allow yourself to be honest. Open. True. Confessing. Not a liar or a cheat, or even a backstabbing individual. 

Love is simple, titles bring on complications. Which brings explanations.

Like “that is my boyfriend,” “that’s my girlfriend” if it helps you, by all means take the title by the hand if you gladly want to do so.. but for those who take their job titles a little too hard, relax with the name calling!

The list of who can’t do what ?

It’s ridiculous, who in their right mind won’t look at another beautiful being ? She’s beautiful, he’s beautiful but they aren’t you, so why get jealous? It’s such an ugly characteristic, I mean, it just shows insecurities on a wide screen. Why tell a grown man and or woman they can’t go out because you don’t trust them ? Or is it the people, or is it both? If there isn’t any trust and or understanding of freedom and the will to be wherever you want to be whilst having a significant other, then it’s best to say, you’re better off alone…. 

You’re friends. Nothing’s changed. Well, except intercourse aka love making and kissing as well as touching and- you get the point. If you love someone enough, you’d remember that honesty begins by being real with yourself first and your significant other. 

Stop making everything complicated and soon you’ll see, love is too contagious when you’re modest and truthful. It builds bridges you couldn’t even imagine. Oaths that are unbreakable and a friendship that will build strong and sturdy, by learning the ins and outs of their likes and dislikes, as well as getting to know the world together. Learn from one another and inspire each other to be better. Instead of limiting one another and putting boundaries on what wasn’t a problem before an intimate moment was shared. 

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