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True Love.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Nov 25, 2025
  • 1 min read

Updated: Dec 14, 2025

A person who truly loves you should admire you like a piece of art.


They should hang you on a wall and just stare at you and smile.


They should love the view, and enjoy every minute.


Because they love you, inherently, they enjoy you.


They should treasure you.


We are all a Mona Lisa.


Beautiful to some, horrific to others, none the less, enjoyed and applauded by those who choose to.


The people who love you should put you in a frame, and under glass, because they know you deserve to be protected.


They understand that you deserve to be valued and admired, but carefully.


With kid gloves.


But they are also the ones who will know when to remove the glass and clean you properly.


Get rid of the "gunk" if you will.


Respect you.


They should credit and praise all that you are stared at for.


They should recognize all that makes you adored and revered.


Taking you for granted?


Not a destination they want for you, or themselves.


A person who tuly loves you needs to understand that we may find ourselves misunderstood, and not pretty at times; but they will never question that we will eventually meet our moment, and that they are our Louvre, because they are our true loves.


They are the cureators to the museum that is our life.


OUR LIFE.


So we need to thank them for appreciating us as well.


It's a two way street.


So here is to looking both ways.


Consider me a crossing guard.


Xoxo,

C.

 
 
 

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