The way we love

Being a daughter or a son, we are taught by our parents. How we should tie our own shoes, button up our shiny shirt, respecting the elders, and a lot of things.
Being one of a class member, we are taught by the community, how we should react when someone teases you, how to not yell and panicking when you lost your favorite pen, how to be a good friend, and again, a lot of things.
Being a girl is another thing.
We are often get too caught up with prince charming and fairytale stuffs.
We place ourselves as such a lady in waiting. We place ourselves as the sleeping beauty, waiting for our princes to kiss us, and get us to such a beautiful fairytale.
And then, reality strikes.
We have our first heart break. Second heart break.
Enough heart breaks that make us raise our standards on men, enough tears that makes us strong, enough sleepless nights to mourn about how things should be that make us stand in our own feet, and have our own life.
And now, you're another person.
You're no longer a  girl who believes everything. You are strong. You are mature. You conquer your own self, and be the lady you want to.
And then God finally sees that you need someone, so He delivers you this man, whom He has trusted the key of your heart, to you.
As a girl, a lady, mother and father taught us to hold back all the love that we had.
They said, you're not his wife yet. You should not concern about his happiness.
Why would you stay, look at his flaws!
He doesn't have what it takes to make you happy, dear.
As a girl, we were taught to be selfish in love.
The parents, the community.
The guy should pay for your lunch, dinner. He's your lover, not your father.
The guy should buy you flowers whenever you're sad. He's your lover, not a florist.
The guy should be able to read your mind. He's no mind reader!
The guy should provide you cookies and cream gelato whenever you want it. He's not a grocery store.
The guy should do everything. Once again, he's your lover. Not your driver, not your credit card.
Well, who decides what's right?
So what if we share to pay our lunch?
Or what if we, girls, want to do more for the one we love?
Too many times, we lose who we are.
We forget how to love.
His car doesn't meet my mother's criteria, someone said.
Mother said it's not the ethics for me to take care of him when he's sick.
Father said it's not good if he and i meet too often. We may get bored.
So, who knows what's best?