I met a man. His eyes reflected mountains.
He said:

“I cannot tell you who you are.
I cannot tell you who you should be.

I will not tell you your boundaries.
I will not tell you what you should believe.
I will not tell you how you should behave, what you should wear or how you should look.

All I can tell you is this:

I love you.
With everything you are and everything you aren’t.
With all you believe and all you don’t.
In every way you behave, and all the times you don’t.
In whatever you wear or don’t wear.
I love you.”

And suddenly I felt someone cutting the ropes.

My love language is adapting to who others want me to be. I give what others want, that is my way of loving.

“ Well is that love? “ he said and gave me no answers.