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so, i have a boyfriend, i confessed to him about a month ago, we're dating, we're doing good, i like our dynamic, and i feel really safe with him, recalling my last blogs i would rant about him taking his time to reply to my messages and not even telling me the reason why, we talked about that, i asked for him to please let me know whenever he'll be occupied, he told me he'd try, but he's too much of a clumsy person, but i know he's trying, and i know he's doing his best to be the best partner, and i can see that. At last, i had several reflexions within myself, about what the fuck love is and some other shit, and i think i have come to 'some' conclusions, not really lol.

first of all, love is not complex, but it is neither simple, it's just something you comprehend when you need to; like a word you hear the teacher say, triggering all the answers of an exam in your head, and i'll be brutally honest, even if i am in a relationship as of this moment, i don't know completely what love is, and i feel soooooo close to it, i feel like a few more months will enlighten me, and if they don't well, it doesn't matter, im just curious.

then, my problems, love is not the antidote to all your problems, yes, it is a shelter, yes, it is a safe zone, no, it is not a cure, unless they're a billionaire capable of providing you everything you want, and having the looks and personality too, not happening bud, solve your problems before getting into something, don't put your relationship in danger because of your own problems, cause you risk hurting the other one, i've been healing by my own means during my relationship, and it's going somewhere, writing this is helping, even if no one reads this, i know i got myself, and that's all i need, i'll keep on writing sometime.