Stop Saying “I love You” Because It Is Outdated, Say This Instead

Stop Saying “I love You” Because It Is Outdated, Say This Instead

That’s the phrase that is used the most. It’s a nice thing to do, but could you tell me if you really mean it? Tell me if you really believe it, because a lot of people say it just because they always have.

How have you been able to be together for so long?

A journalist asked an elderly couple. She said, “We were born in a time when broken things were fixed. I say, ‘Don’t throw everything away.’ I had to take a breath after hearing what she said. Most people today say that love is not love at all, but ownership. To be negative, I think most people of our generation don’t know what the differences are.

So if you don’t know what to say, don’t say “I love you.” Want to know how love is different from property? Read on and I’ll explain.

Despite what most people think, true love is not blind. Everything can be seen through it. Not everyone in a love relationship feels the same way. It’s a perfect score of 100 on a scale of 100. You have to make a total commitment. It is not a tightrope act or a game of chance. Your whole being is at stake, including your heart, and that’s it.

Don’t give in to the tricks. “I want you to be happy,” Love says.

The voice says, “I want you to make me happy.” Since having something is the opposite of loving it, it is also called addiction. Love is built on respect and commitment on both sides.

As you can see, “my” is used in “Possess“, while “we” is used in “Love“. Love is the sea, and possession is a cage. Possession wants to be in charge, while love wants to let go. Love tries to be the same thing that having something does. Possession keeps receipts to remind them of all the good things they have done.

Love doesn’t keep score, but reminds itself that we are all on the same team.

Love makes the heart soft, while possession makes it hard. Possession can pluck a flower from the ground, but love can keep it alive. Love is clear and open, while possession tries to hide. Love sees the soul, while possession sees the body.

Love believes in method. The direction is set by the one who has the possession. Possession wants to win this argument by showing how much better it is. The goal of love is to connect with other people. Love is full of light, but having something is full of darkness. What is the right point of view? asks about who possesses what. “What is right,” says love.

But, as we all know, perfection is only a dream. Love also needs to eat. Unfortunately, we don’t get a daily dose of forgiveness and understanding instead of just platitudes. So, are you ready to keep going when the going gets tough? Do you choose love every day? Are you also willing to fix all the things that need fixing? Do it now, and you will always be happy.

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