Love me, tinder.
love me long.
Love me till I’m blind to your flaws.
Love me unconditionally…
Love me more than you may love yourself.
Recently I have been thinking about love. And all the conditions we apply to love. Every love we claim to have is dripping in contingents. Barricaded and never fully developed. Realizing that love is not conditional. It is just truly wanting the best for that person whether they want, except, reciprocate, or acknowledges your existence.