The Real & The Raw

Love Language, Yours & Mine.

For a long time, I believed love was love.
I believed that love equaled forgiveness, love equaled endorsement, love equaled toleration.
Coming into the later years of my life, I began to unravel this truth.
I realized that what I couldn’t, or in hindsight, didn’t want to is choose the theory that I was loving different rather than loving “wrong”. Loving differently implied that it may have been my fault in not taking the time to understand someone, it was easier to just say “it wasn’t meant to be.” “we just... don’t click.”
I took the time to understand my love language. I give love thoroughly through all languages of love... is that overdoing it?

The hard truth is that, i’m a people pleaser.

I try to give what I think my loved ones want rather than need. Truthfully, my ego is big. Its my way or no way... until I met a man who challenged every move I made. I became intrigued in why hurt people, hurt people and how can some not care to give love with such assurance that it will come back to them.

So the real question is, what is my true love language?
I live through acts of service. I openly receive love through seeing my loved ones do “nice”things for me.
Is this showing me a level of insecurity? Does this go back to my ingenuous need for validation and acceptance?
Thankfully, I have loved ones whom openly share their love for me.. even when i’m not the easiest to deal with.

How do you unlearn your way of loving to understand those around you? I don’t know.
Will you avoid providing a loved one with what their desires are, just because it’s different from yours?

I guess thats a journey for another day.