We often misunderstand the idea of love. It is not something you can experience in a single glimpse of a person or in a few moments. Love is an emotion. You don’t really ever fall in love, you grow into love. You grow fonder and fonder of a person when you spend time with them.
It’s no magic or miracle. Just an emotion that can turn the world magical and miraculous. If it doesn’t involve attachment and understanding that grew with time, it’s not love. It may be attraction, obsession, infatuation. Anything, but not love.
“I just don’t belong here. I wonder why the hell was I born in this family?!!! ” She muttered it yet again today in utter frustration.
I wish I could do something to calm her and assure her that everything is fine. To let her know that every family is imperfect. Because when people of different ages and perceptions live together and love each other immensely, they stop considering the concept of personal space and try to convince you to live your life according to their decisions and perceptions. They are not wrong, it’s just that their perception is not perfect as well. Just as yours isn’t.
Both sides just need to respect each other’s viewpoint and trust that the other’s intentions involve only care and love. Nothing else.