Do you know that LOVE is a relative, not absolute concept? Like beauty, love is in the eye of the beholder…
A romantic at heart AKA the happily-ever-after will reserve only one room in their heart for love. They are team optimistic, yayy fairytales! For them, there’s always light at the end of a dark tunnel.
For them love is a fairytale.
A person incapable of being monogamous AKA the mother Teresa will dissect their heart into smaller pieces and find their missing piece’S’ accordingly. The hallucinating ones most often than not turn into cheaters.
For them love is sharing, but maybe-yes-maybe-no not caring.
A serial dater AKA the single-phobic make it their life mission to go find lover after lover, in their idealistic hunt of the so-called ‘the one’ almost similar to the romantic at heart, but they fall into a never-ending cycle believing there’s always a better someone and avoiding to face their demons. Usually a serial dater is a lost romantic at heart.
For them love is the thrill of novelty.
A manwhore AKA imma-fuck-you-and-yo-mama-too is the Don Juan of this world. They believe that their body is a device of love meaning to be shared with the entire world. They will fuck you, and before you even recuperate from your orgasm, your mother has reached hers.
For them love is lust.
An anti-love AKA Frozen is basically a hurt, most often emotionally abused romantic at heart. Put their hearts on the sleeves, love unconditionally and in return, get hurt, intentionally or unintentionally, by their lover. So they gave up in the end and turned into an ice queen.
For them love is a misery.
A cynic AKA sassy diva is projecting their insecurities of love onto another platform be it a person or an object. You might recognize them from their infamous mouth running off 100 miles a minutes, throwing shades and sarcasm. We all know at least one, don’t we? They’re insecure people, afraid of being rejected. They never mean harm, their mouth is their self-defense. Basic modern human survival 101.
For them love is scary.