Authentic relationships

I am not afraid to tell people I love them. I am not afraid of losing them.  I am not afraid they will take me for granted. I am not afraid of loving people.

All the disappointments and relationship falsifications I have faced in my life made me believe in true devotions, true love, true friendship.

I have no friends, I have a lot of them. I have never loved a man, I have loved a couple though. We never know what we had till we lose it.

All of you know that not a single person in my life is just a passing by one. I love all of them, and believe me or no, it always comes back to me. I take everyone as special ones, and they take me as such, too. Am I happy about this? I was. Recently, I have been thinking about becoming regular,  taking things regular, noticing the regular. Easier said than done. You are either capable of this or no. I am not the first one.

I hat passing the streets in the memories of people I have lost. One part of Mashtots avenue holds memories of my last job, the other part of it keeps the home of a special one to me. Abovyan street holds memories of my first date, Moskovyan street witnessed my 10 years of schools. I love walking in those territories and  paying my respects silently and conveying my warm hellos to my past experiences.

Similarly, I pay my respects and credits to the people who taught me to appreciate authentic relationships. 

A relationship is authentic when there is love. I might sound (read) crappy, but I do believe in all these stuff, since there is a lot of similar in my life.

People and relationships that make me type this are not simply noticed by me, they are appreciated and cherished.

When I was younger, I was afraid of losing people. I was afraid of giving too much of me.

When I realised no one owes me, and I owe no one, I became stronger.

I see the difference between authentic and almost-authentic. I do not need to mention it all the time. Who feels, does. Who does not, does not need.