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Don’t die for me, live for me.
not a sappy essay about death. just me yapping about love.
Someone sent me Die for You by Joji to tell me they loved me, good song btw.
I think it was sweet. I mean, how could I not? There’s something incredibly romantic about someone telling you they’d die for you. But I do hope that someday someone will tell me they’d live for me instead. :))
I suppose dying for someone has always been considered one of the greatest declarations of love. I mean, look at how we’ve romanticized Romeo and Juliet. I get it.
But I’ve always found the idea of growing old with someone much more romantic.
I want to see what you look like at seventy. I want to know whether you’ll still laugh at the same stupid jokes, whether you’ll become one of those grumpy old men who complain about everything, and whether we’ll still argue over some completely trivial opinion that neither of us would care about coming from anyone else. I want to know all the versions of you that haven’t existed yet. And I want you to know all the versions of me, too.
I think that’s what makes living for someone so special. Dying for someone is a single, irreversible act. But living for someone requires thousands of smaller decisions and…
