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This is why I need you

I feel like people are so sensitive about the person they love. It is like a feeling of superiority. Like the person you love will represent you, the person you love will show other people what sort of person you are.

Trust me, most of the people who are in love or in process of love, "What will other people think of us" crosses their minds like hundred times. They make it seem so important, more important than the person they're with. Real life examples. My best friend about the guy she likes. She asked me more than once, "Does it look bad, if I go out with him? ....I mean, he is not that good looking, but he is the most reliable and nicest man I know here." 

I didn't know what to say to that. 

My cousin, almost every time, validates to me the person she is dating. Her conversation mostly follows with, how committed he is to her, how he is so understandable....I wanted to know, if she is telling these information to me just to make me think, she is not on a fling, he is a serious guy who loves her and he got hooked on her? I mean all I needed to know was is she happy? Because I seriously don't need anymore explanation why she is dating him. There's no need of why. There's a need for "Are you happy, my dear sister? That's all I care about."

I think everybody takes the pride in the person they're with. It completes them. 

Everybody wants their social approval. Everybody wants to be with a superior being, who accentuates their beauty of existence. I get that. I totally do.

I am not in love yet. But I know how diluted love is already. 
I wish there were someone out there, I could understand love with.

The feeling of companionship is wonderful. But it is the feeling of loneliness that throws on some perspective. 



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