Anonymous
10/30/2025, 4:47:16 AM
No.42743913
>>42738907
Really poetically put, anon. People often confuse passion with love, but they're not the same thing. A few years ago I feared that I was loosing my spark for Dash and I was terrified because I had loved her since 2013. The passion I was feeling in my late 20's wasn't the same as what I felt in my mid to late teens when my hormones were at their peak. It took a little bit of soul searching to realize that my love hadn't dissappeared, it only grew and matured. I used to be obsessed with the image of her, her wings, her body, her beautiful voice, and her personality...it was more than shallow to be sure, but it wasn't the agape form of love. What I realized was that I had developed other desires for her.
I didn't just want her anymore, I wanted what was best for her. I wanted to make her breakfast in bed after a hard week of touring with the Wonderbolts. I wanted to take the stress off her shoulders by packing her lunches for her every day, or renting out a spare room across the street for her parents to stay in when they come to visit. I wanted to clean and patch up her hamper uniforms and not tell her about it, just return them folded into her dresser. I want to build a home for her that allows her anxiety and stress to just melt away by incorporating her childhood comforts. I want to say awake at night reading about weather magic and Daring Do lore to have deeper conversations with her in the topics she's most familiar with. I want to help her achieve all those hopes and dreams she had when she was a little filly, in a way that doesn't detract from the significance of the achievement for herself. And I want all these things just as much as I want to feel her snuggle up to me under the covers.
Maybe the fireplace has burned down, but the heat is now spread throughout the household...transferred from one corner of your life to every facet of it. That's love. That's loyalty.
Really poetically put, anon. People often confuse passion with love, but they're not the same thing. A few years ago I feared that I was loosing my spark for Dash and I was terrified because I had loved her since 2013. The passion I was feeling in my late 20's wasn't the same as what I felt in my mid to late teens when my hormones were at their peak. It took a little bit of soul searching to realize that my love hadn't dissappeared, it only grew and matured. I used to be obsessed with the image of her, her wings, her body, her beautiful voice, and her personality...it was more than shallow to be sure, but it wasn't the agape form of love. What I realized was that I had developed other desires for her.
I didn't just want her anymore, I wanted what was best for her. I wanted to make her breakfast in bed after a hard week of touring with the Wonderbolts. I wanted to take the stress off her shoulders by packing her lunches for her every day, or renting out a spare room across the street for her parents to stay in when they come to visit. I wanted to clean and patch up her hamper uniforms and not tell her about it, just return them folded into her dresser. I want to build a home for her that allows her anxiety and stress to just melt away by incorporating her childhood comforts. I want to say awake at night reading about weather magic and Daring Do lore to have deeper conversations with her in the topics she's most familiar with. I want to help her achieve all those hopes and dreams she had when she was a little filly, in a way that doesn't detract from the significance of the achievement for herself. And I want all these things just as much as I want to feel her snuggle up to me under the covers.
Maybe the fireplace has burned down, but the heat is now spread throughout the household...transferred from one corner of your life to every facet of it. That's love. That's loyalty.