I think if someone told me I was beautiful constantly it would make me feel someone was blowin smoke… Or just crazy. A constant stream of compliments would leave no time for conversation, sleep, work, or eating. Try swallowing your dinner while constantly saying ” you’re beautiful .” I feel a way of defining real love is different than the next, it doesn’t mean I’m wrong or you’re wrong. Like say you screw up, to me true love is not needing to apologize to keep love, but doing it anyway because it’s the right thing to do.
