zhoudadudugongjin:

Look I love unconditional devotion love stories as much as the next person, but there’s really something so deliciously raw about conditional devotion.

I have served you and I have loved you for decades, but I will not give up my principles for you. You cut out part of my heart and took it with you down that path that you insist on walking, but you walk it alone. Even when the bleeding, gaping hole you left in my chest kills me, I will not follow you.

I’ve expressed this before, but… There’s also not enough said about the existential horror of what unconditional love implies

For the person loving, it means the beloved can take advantage of them any way imaginable– can become their worst possible abuser without ever losing their love. It’s a gilded cage that could become a torture chamber at any time, and you’d have no way to escape it

And for the person being loved… One who loves you unconditionally would still feel the same if absolutely everything about you was replaced with something completely different. Meaning they don’t love you for who you are, or even for any reason. It means the love you receive from them is entirely meaningless.

(I’m not sure truly unconditional love really exists at all. And if it doesn’t, that’s a relief to me.)