The Unicorn Called Unconditional Love

Ifeanacho MaryAnn
4 min readMar 20, 2021

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.

In case you weren’t informed, people don’t love you just as you are.

Something always draws them in, and that something(s) is what makes them stay. No one is going to love you despite and because of all your flaws. Love doesn’t erase your flaws in people’s eyes, something else, something more important that you have, just clouds their perceptions of those flaws. Sometimes, this certain “something” can make them romanticize your flaws.

Christian Gray from the Fifty Shades of Gray franchise is a prime example.

Imagine if the fabulous and brooding Mr. Gray wasn’t filthy rich.

Imagine if he was a struggling artist or a regular-degular Joe working at a 7-Eleven.

The storyline wouldn’t have captured any hearts. The movie would have been horror and not romance. Christian would probably go by “Kris” and not Mr. Gray, would be written off as a class A creep who needs to work on his issues ASAP.



Ifeanacho MaryAnn

Storyteller, Long Distance Cat Mom. A quiet voice rambling in an isolated corner of the internet. I write on psychology, films, books and my random thoughts