It seems like love is love, a bright feeling, inspires, etc.What difference can there be? But I'm sure there is a difference.
I will try to reveal this topic on a personal example.
I have already celebrated my twentieth and thirtieth birthday, so I can already
speak with knowledge. Feelings change and this is a fact.
What happened when I was about 20, 21, 22 years old? I remember for sure
that I loved my young man.But how was it expressed?There was not enough
depth, everything was as if superficial.Here's an example: the guy had problems with his studies,
which eventually led to expulsion. He was afraid to admit it to his parents,
and what did I do?I indulged in this and came up with a couple with him on how best to excuse
myself in front of my parents so that they wouldn't find out. Or so that, if they find out, they don't scold so much.
It turns out that the desire to be good was higher than the real desire to be useful.
It seemed to me that love is beautiful in itself.
I appreciated heart-to-heart conversations, the opportunity
to lie in an embrace, a sense of unity. And even now I would not like to devalue those moments.
Anyway, it's important.
My personal conclusion is this: by the age of thirty, the realization comes that love
is not unconditional and requires daily proof. Each family can have its own way of self-expression,
maybe someone has all the food at home, and special people do the cleaning. But proof is required.
The time of simple words ends at twenty.
Do you think it is?Or maybe you have your own thoughts on this topic? Write, we will reason.
Elena