The duration of a relationship depends more on efforts than on love itself

Someone can love you and treat you like a less than nothing. Someone can love you and make your life a real hell. Someone may love you and hurt you more than you’ve ever been before.

Someone may love you and be the wrong person for you.

I realize little by little that it takes a lot of things for a relationship to be balanced, to prevent it from becoming unbalanced, one-sided. Both parties should expect to do an equal amount of work. Both parties should love with the same strength and try with the same strength.

I am gradually realizing how much I have allowed others to cope over the years. I’ve always been the one who worried the most, and I’ve never thought twice about it. I let others walk on me. I let people take my kindness for something acquired.

I realize little by little that I must change my standards for my future. I can not continue to accept that people treat me badly. I can not keep someone just because I love him, when he does not give me what I deserve. I can not continue to have toxic relationships while I deserve so much better.

I realize little by little that the minimum of effort is not enough. It’s not enough to send me a text message without making plans to see me in person. It’s not enough to invite me to the restaurant if it’s to watch your phone all night. It is not enough to tell me I love you without proving it with the way you behave in my presence.

I realize little by little that words are only half the equation. If anyone swears to me, but his actions never match his words, then he does not deserve my time. He is not worthy of my love.

I deserve more than someone who just keeps to me in theory. Someone who thinks he can take without giving anything back. Someone who wants everything I have to offer, but who will not take a second to think about what I might like.

I gradually realize that efforts go beyond appearance. It’s about wanting to be there. It is about joining words to deeds.

I realize little by little that efforts count as much as love. I gradually learn how it is useless to be satisfied with a relationship with only one of them.

I realize little by little that I do not require too much of the relationship. I am not too difficult. My expectations are not too high. All I want is effort. And the right person will be happy to do them for me.

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