diamonds in the rough.
I don’t understand people who latch themselves onto other people so readily and enthusiastically in such a way it echoes a fleeting obsession. These people want to love everyone. However, they often wind up disenchanted with the current object of their affections, immediately searching for another, becoming just as engrossed with this next person as they were with the one before. It makes me think of how I used to say that so very little is sacred, and truly special. Everybody is replaceable to everyone else. Is this what almost destroyed me? That I am so discriminating as to who I not only love and admire, but direct my energy or affection towards, men & women alike, friends or lovers. I am fiercely loyal to whom I choose however, to a fucking fault. I have trouble letting go. I cannot replace anyone. I do not even try. The concept of this is incomprehensible to me. If I give someone a compliment I mean it through to the very marrow of my bones. I’m not a paradigm of something you think you might’ve wished into existence. I’ll accept love when a person has seen the absolute worst of me. Along, with the absolute best, of course, the beauty is what will bewitch. But, you have to, absolutely have to know my flaws and my darkness in order to love me.