The Unicorn Called Unconditional Love

We all love with conditions.

Sorry to burst your bubble, Katy Perry, but unconditional love is a myth. I know everyone is going to get flustered and say their case is different and that they love their partners unconditionally.

Horse shit, darling.

Just like secret service agents, most times, conditions operate under an alias called standards.

Sound familiar?

Some of these conditions (oopsies, standards) can be material things like money, immaterial things like kindness and peace of mind, or physical things like a small waist, or basketball-worthy height. We only call them conditions when it becomes physical or material, but that’s a story for another day. When those conditions stop being met, love gradually wanes like early morning fog in the face of sunlight. That’s why people say things like “You changed. I don’t know who you are anymore…” when they break up. That, my friends, is the sound of conditions that stopped being met.

Unconditional love is like the sun; it disappears when things get dark.