it’s so tiring to love men because you can’t really love them as they are, but you always have to love their potential. not because you don’t have the capacity to love people for who they are but because men can be harmful, but you still fall in love with the person they could be or the idealised version you make of themselves in your head, only because you trust them to be better. but the thing is, men would never really make an effort to be what you need, to hear you out about what you want, and even if they do hear you out they will repackage their apologies but never really be better, because a man will never do that for you, he will never stretch and mould himself to become what you want out of love but expect you to settle, and all you learn to do as a woman is settle, to settle, stretch yourself out for them and compromise on your idea of love, and it’s so tiring to always do that for men, because you know they would never do that for you.
