The man I am in love with is wonderful.
Which is precisely why I don’t need to be with him romantically.
I can just watch, smile, laugh.
We can spend two hours making stupid collabs we’ll just delete anyways.
Who needs fancy dates and money?
Who needs labels?
Who needs kissing or cuddling or romantic gestures (grand or otherwise!)?
If I can be there for him, as a friend, as a bro, as a therapist. Then I’ll sure as hell do that for him.
The point of being in love isn’t to get together with them;
It’s to help them however you can.
If that means being their lover? Then love them.
If that means just being a bro- dicking around, playing video games. You put your heart and soul into that dicking around.
And when they need a therapist, when they need someone to hear them out? Stay up all night, listening to them. Comforting them.
The point of love is to do whatever you can and beyond.
Because if you love them, who gives a shit about yourself?
That’s the job for someone who loves you to fill.
Sometimes someone won’t love you. No one will.
But being there for them will always be something they remember.
And if they cherish you for that?
At least they cherish you at all.
At least someone can cherish you.
And that is all I will ever fucking need.