At times lately I've thought of how much less romantic more mature love seems versus the celebrated "young love". There was something lovely and pure about being in love when it was new and my frontal lobe wasn't completed yet. But now that I'm a little bit older (though not actually old, at least by today's American standards) and a lot of my naivete has rubbed off through the course of life and relationships that have not worked out, and now that I've also got a clearer sense of and respect for myself, I am enjoying a new depth of love. I just don't think I was capable of it even a few years ago. I'm hoping it's a trend, that in the years to come I will only learn to love better than I do today, with more wholeness and less insecurity.
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