Drew Morgan said:Trying to discipline my rabbit is a lost cause; the more I try to impose order, the more he rebels, plots, and executes his little schemes. It’s like trying to teach a drill sergeant how to relax. I finally realized I just have to accept him for exactly who he is—flaws and all—without trying to cage his terrible personality. Honestly, he’s the only person I’ve ever truly connected with on that level. It's fascinating, really. I've come to realize that those expensive things he trashed—my designer wool coat, high-end sandals, the custom furniture—matter far less than the connection itself.
Ehm, yeah, since we're talking about being blinded by infatuation and bringing up rabbits, 😲hang in there, Drew Morgan, you're dear to me, just make sure yours doesn't end up like this one, though I'd say obsession really crushed him
Wow, you guys have covered a lot of ground here. I don't think love is blind, actually; I agree with you there
you just occasionally squint with one eye, or maybe both
Sure, you're squinting, but you still catch a glimpse through the gaps, and that’s what love is, you know... it's allowing the other person to be themselves, completely unfiltered, because that's exactly who they were when you first fell for them after all those long walks and winding roads (ugh, so dramatic, I could go on but I won't 🙄)
See, that's the difference between infatuation and love... the first one avoids obstacles, while the second one refuses to look past a double standard
Well, since you were all reminiscing about those sweet, infatuated days, it's nice to wake up the next morning and still appreciate that feeling and that person, even if it hasn't turned into a lifelong
choice... it's just a moment in time, and time eventually brings everything together so the pieces fit
Not "fit together,"
but rather "align" (like solving a puzzle, not lying)