The Story Of A Lonely Girl In A Dark Room- Love... -

There are three kinds of love that can enter a lonely girl's dark room. The first is the most common, and the most catastrophic: The Parasitic Love.

He is also lonely. He finds her vulnerability beautiful. He sees the mess on the floor and the tears on the pillow and he mistakes tragedy for intimacy. He comes to her not with a candle, but with a demand. He says, “I will sit in the dark with you, but only if you never turn on the light. Because if you turn on the light, you might see that I am not a hero. I am just another shadow.”

This relationship does not cure the loneliness. It doubles it. Now there are two people in the dark room, and neither of them knows how to reach for the switch. They hold each other like drowning people, which means they push each other under the water to keep their own mouths above the surface. The Story Of A Lonely Girl In A Dark Room- Love...

She will stay in this relationship for months, maybe years, because it is company. The silence is now shared. The misery is now validated. But validation is not healing. Shared pain is not love. It is just a ceasefire.

“The room had no windows, but it had a door. She had stopped checking if it was locked three months ago.” There are three kinds of love that can

“She drew a lover on the wall with her fingertip and dust. Every night, he grew more real.”

“The first time love came, it sounded like a key turning. The second time, it sounded like footsteps walking away.” “The room had no windows, but it had a door

“She was not always lonely. The dark room was her choice. The loneliness was the price.”

Here is what I learned in that dark room: Love is not a rescue ship. No one was coming on a white horse to pull me out. The love I needed was not romantic. It was not even external.

The love I needed was the decision to stay.

The love I needed was the radical, defiant act of choosing myself when I was utterly un-choosable. Of looking in the mirror at the girl with the tangled hair and the hollow eyes and saying, "You are not finished."