I believe in true love and I always have. I believe that love manifests in ways that make it known without a shadow of a doubt.
The quickening of your heart, the heat that rises from your chest. You stomach flipping over and over while your pupils dilate and a heavier, hotter scent emerges from your body at the mere thought of someone.
And I also believe that love can and should be denied the opportunity to flourish.
We all have our deal-breakers. We all know what we can and can't deal with.
Or at least we should.
Let's say that you move in with the person you love. You move your stuff in, they move their stuff in. You're both on the lease. The first night in the new home, they don't come home. You call and call but the calls go straight to voicemail. They don't call you. No text. No email. Nothing.
You get up and go to work the next day.
You go home and their car is there.
You go inside and they are in there unpacking their boxes or some random new house ish.
Your pulse jumps. Your heart breathes a sigh of relief that they aren't hurt somewhere.
What is the first thing you say? What do you do? How in the world do you handle such disrespect from the person you love and just made a MAJOR life decision with? What do you do?