I used to think I wanted the kind of love that makes you see everything through rose-colored glasses. From the time I was a teenager, I was certain that I knew what I wanted. I wanted the sort of relationship that was, by all accounts, perfect. My chosen beau and I got along perfectly. We finished each other’s sentences. He was sweet and sensible and got along perfectly with my parents.
In a word, it was safe.
And now? While part of me still wants that, my mind has been going back to a Taylor Swift lyric I’ve been mulling over all weekend…
But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain
It’s 2 a.m. and I’m cursing your name
You’re so in love that you act insane
And that’s the way I loved you
Breaking down and coming undone
It’s a rollercoaster kind of rush
And I never knew I could feel this much
You know me, friends, this got me thinking. Could a relationship that feels too perfect be, well, just that? If I’m with the person who says everything I want to hear and does everything I want, I can’t help but wonder if things would turn bland and boring. Too safe, you know? Too comfortable, you know?
Maybe I want the sort of passion and spark that comes from constantly being so in love that you can’t help but fight. The kind you put your whole soul into, and for the first time, you feel different. You feel different because you’re finally feeling something, maybe for the first time. And you think to yourself, “Hmmmm, so this is what love feels like…” Does that make sensse?
Which would you rather have, friends: Safe and comfortable, or complicated and passionate? xoxo
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