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Why I Started a Love Journal

I'm single. I've had boyfriends before; I've been on dates recently. By no means do I feel that I'm in a relationship slump, but I decided to start what I have dubbed my love journal anyways. Why? Because I want to be better at relationships.
I've come to realize recently that a big part of why some of my past relationships didn't work out had nothing to do with whether or not we were right for each other. It was more about whether or not we were ready to treat each other right. The distinction might be a little weird, but whatever, it's how I feel.
I dumped a guy that was sweet (and is now engaged...to someone else!) because he didn't understand that I didn't want to be treated nicely all the time simply because I had been through a bad relationship before. I was dumped once because I wasn't into the romantic gestures that my boyfriend would spend time putting together. I'd only be able to give a simple smile back, and it was clear that our romance styles just didn't match each other.

So what does this have to do with me starting a love journal?

Basically, when I find something that annoys me in relationships, or that I find hard to deal with in relationships, or when someone tells me they find annoying about how I act in relationships, I want to write it down. I want to write and down and then write about it: I want to find what makes me tick and what I do that ticks others off. I want to figure out why. Is it really that I don't like big romantic gestures, or is it that I don't like what's-his-name that put one on for me before, and they remind me of him?
Discovering more about your romance and relationship style is really important. You have to know yourself in and out to be able to fully share yourself with another person, and I think that love journaling (as funny as it may sound) may help me get to that point. Whether you're in a relationship or not, you can learn something about love and about what it means to you.
So go ahead. Start your love journal. See if it helps you see anything more about love!
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@onesmile It doesn't have to be everyday duhhh just do it when even you have those moments where you're pondering love or something XD
This idea is good and has me wondering if I should do the same thing. Part of me just doesn't want to be that vulnerable on paper. Anyone can find it.
Such a fun idea!!! I think I'd just keep mine digitally if I were to do this, but you're so right that you'll be much more sure of yourself in relationships if you are able to discover those little quirks
That's actually a really good idea, but I have a hard enough time writing about my daily life in a journal let alone writing about this intricate feelings I'm having? I just don't think I'd be able to do ti!
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An Open Letter To My Former Self
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