July Writing Challenge- Day 11
I didn’t know the concept of ‘love bombing’ as a young adult, but I’m pretty sure I had participated in it or had been its recipient.
My idea of love was loosely shaped by Bollywood and Hollywood movies where, if your boyfriend doesn’t chase after you mid- fight, your love is inadequate. True love was supposed to be something that you let go of, and if it came back, it was meant to be or something.
A heartbreak was incomplete without a status change or a cryptic, passive aggressive quote on Facebook, because just writing about your broken heart would have been too raw, too vulnerable.
Then as you take a few steps towards adulthood, somewhere in your mid twenties, you start realizing that what they show in the movies is meant to get the views and tug at heartstrings of the viewers and not about the people it’s happening to.
You get better at articulating your needs and desires, you get better at understanding your partner and yourself-more deeply. You learn to be honest.
More importantly, you learn to love yourself and stand up for yourself more steadfastly.
You begin to pursue what you love, not despite the challenges, but with the clarity to face them.
Fingers in symphony 