wise words: monday love.
From my POV no one has the right to define love because love wears many faces (toxic, carnal, agape) and it really depends on your level of emotional maturity in terms of your capacity. A lot of people are simply not capable of loving beyond what was shown to them as children. Healthy love (which oddly a lot of people consider boring as hell) is the what I’m finding these days to be the closest equivalent to having a peace of mind. I’ve had the radioactive, the erratic, the inconsistent & drama filled insecure love. And I have certainly worn the toxic and the carnal mask but it wasn’t worth the sadder than sad after affects: the depression, losing hair, and worst of all my self worth and esteem getting tossed in a garbage bin. The above reminder is that we can choose goodness but only when we’re ready.