The fact that you think, that trying again to find love, is proof that the problem isn't just black and white. I've only met one—who played with my feelings for THEIR own desire. She left me heartbroken at the time of need, and was a self-proclaimed yandere.
Love is a need, humans are naturally social. I've been trapped in a society that cares nothing for me. Bullying is constant, and in the world it's near impossible to find love in this haystack, we call society.
Love may not always be at first sight, but just because you THINK you found it, doesn't mean it actually was. That is why I'm searching again. I was given false love, and am searching for someone who truly understands what love is, like I do.
Two people can be complete opposites, they can be two peas in a pod. They can be any combination of things, but love is love.
Love is so simple, that it's more complex than anyone can imagine. Love is an oxymoron, as it's a paradox, a simple yet complicated combination of natural instinct, and the rain to end the drought of loneliness. Love is complex, but it's the simplest parts that are always overlooked.
Yandere and non-yandere aren't all that different. Is no different than any other social construct. It's not black and white, it's gray, the gorgeousness of the skies during the time when the heavens cry.
Things are complicated, that's life. If you don't like that someone else is trying with every fiber of their being to find love, then you can't sit there and claim you understand it. I think, non-stop everyday about how I just wish I had someone to share my love with, but also for it to ACTUALLY be appreciated and reciprocated. To belong to someone who truly understands me. I yearn for the day I can make someone as happy as they make me. But you... You, Vento, are trying to say that I know nothing of love.
You make claims on someone you've never even met, especially not in person. You know nothing about me. Not truly. People on this site talk about how not all yandere follow the same stereotypes in the trope, but yet you assume all non-yanderes like myself follow a stereotype of not truly knowing what love is.
You're but a hypocrite, a person I once thought was a true poet, only to reveal yourself as a fraud in your own rite. I've never been embraced by love as true as I've been seeking, and only wish to find it before I become too lost, to find my own grave. In a world where love has been forgotten and even taken for granted, I still strive—my head barely above the water without even knowing how to swim—to find love.
Think twice before you make claims you can't take back. Think twice before you shun those who seek out only the truest and honest of feelings. And think twice of you falsely accuse, before you make a yourself a fool. I don't take kindly to those who doubt my sincerity when I give it. My passion and my love is greater than you can possibly comprehend. Of course you wouldn't know such, as you've never met me.
My posts have fallen on deaf ears. My calls in the echoing abyss, looking for love in this realm covered in a veil of mist, has gone unheard. Because people misinterpret, easily.
I don't like confrontation, but I'm not afraid to bite back if necessary. I fear everything in this world, but when it comes to love, I fear most of not having it. Can you claim the same? From what you've stated above, it sounds not to be so. It sounds more of such, that you desire everyone be as lonely as you may feel.
My love is strong. My love is forever. My love is shared with my friends and family, even if they do not reciprocate said feelings in return. Yet, my truest passion has yet to appear in my life. A love shining so bright that her valiant armor couldn't shine bright if it was purified by the heavens itself. But all I've found were false prophets, who claimed to be the fair goddess I had been looking for promising to never leave, only to leave the moment my mental health got the better of me. We've never met in person—as no one really ever does anymore. I'm weak when it comes to finding love, but I will fight with all my might to protect the honor of it, until the day I can lay down my sword and my guard to finally be embraced by a being worthy of my love.
I may be easy to take advantage of, but that doesn't mean I don't know what true love really is. But you still sit there, acting like the God of Love who made it's definition and dare try to doubt what my motives are. My motives are not nefarious, they are not pushed by fetish or kink. They I pushed by the indescribable feelings one can't comprehend by mere words. Love can't simply be spoken, but instead shown, by someone who understands the language.
Love has many dialects, and from the sounds of it, you barely understand one.
Also, love is shown differently between each individual. Some hold onto those they love, never letting go, and some let the ones they love go free, knowing that it's better than potentially holding them back. This is why I search for a yandere. If one were to lose interest in me I wouldn't hold them back from leaving, no matter how much it would hurt. But a yandere might understand that I never want to leave them, and they'd likely share said feelings, and not let me go, even if I tried—thinking that I may be holding them from finding someone better.
I sometimes wonder if I even deserve the love I search for. But if everyone deserves love, then why shouldn't I? That's why I'm still trying. That's why I still push to find my compatible partner. I don't say what I say, simply because of lust. I truly mean what I say out of love. Lust is but the primal variation of Love, before it became what we see on screens today.
Love is like art. It's not something that everyone views the same way. It is a complicated feeling that you have to look at different angles to truly understand and comprehend. It's not as simple as you make it out to be—despite the guise you put by claiming it's "complex". If YOU truly believed it was complex, you wouldn't be saying that I fit into the same category of those who are just getting their fix, simply because I love differently than you do.
I'm not expecting love at first sight, like in the movies. I'm simply hoping to be given the chance to show my love, and my sincerity, to someone willing to appreciate said love.
P.S. Just because Valentine's Day is commercial, doesn't mean it can't be fun, or pleasurable to celebrate with someone special. Love should be shown all the time, but you can do something extra special on Valentine's Day, to make it feel like an extra special occasion. This is something I understand, especially knowing what it's like to be lonely. Valentine's Day can be hard for those who have no one, but as for me—yearn for the day I can share such occasion with someone who truly shares my passion with me.
Roses are red, blood is too, chained in your basement, I want to be alone with you...