It’s very ok to love someone, and then feel hurt after when you feel you’ve been betrayed. And even after that, make up and then love the person back, and more. If you say Love is so many things but not betrayal and inconsiderate, you’re correct. Love also is not vengeance or unforgiving. It certainly is not acting like you deserve perfection and all things nice, no flaws. Just like the dream cars you imagine with the top of the world engine, or the houses your architect dream self builds, top of the world design. Or that smartphone… If you remember well, pictures of things that are loved in imagination are loved for a reason ->Perfection in some way.
I never meant any of those reactions/expressions you felt I did. I don’t care if you’ll forgive me if they were real, because they are not. And I hate that you’ll have felt all those stuffs all these while. To think that you’d even think that I could possibly give you attitude. You’re the one good thing happening to me at the moment and it’ll be stupid of me to jeopardize it. If only you have any idea how much I place you in my head and heart..
If sometimes you let ego aside and let out your heart fully, you’ll enjoy love just as much as Romeo did, even St Valentine. They were also human. Flesh. They, individually, did not have special abilities to love. Neither did they love well because they were particularly overly capable. Like they just had love genes like no other. Anyone can love anyone. So many things encourage love. So many. Documentary videos when animals care for their young ones (not the survival of the fittest part), majority like 90% of movies, whether the main plot is built on love or not; the Bible (I had to mention this somehow. After all, in it, love is the greatest commandment), books have hints here and there. Interestingly, contrary to how the world seem to have advanced and taken matters, life encourages love.
I know I don’t say I love you to you as much as you do, or even as often as you’d love to hear it, but I feel it just as much as anyone who’s possibly in love can. I’m sorry for the wrongs I’ve done to you.. I never want to be the reason you’ll feel bad in any way…
Just knowing how it feels like to be loved and to love, I dare you to choose to remain in oblivion. That place where nothing exists and nothing seem to matter. Where you get to say your own things and act your own way, and no one would care just as much as you. And everyone loves a little care. Kid yourself as much as you want to, but there’s a not-so-thin-but-thin-all-the-same line between care and love. When you receive the caring, or you can do the caring, the loving won’t be so hard. Unconsciously, it will begin from liking, and then like-liking, then loving in a not so sibling way – if you can help it. If you think about it, love is a choice. Sometimes a choice you can’t help.
I don’t know why I’m crying now. I never can get tired of you telling me you love me. You’ve hardly even said it right sef. You still need more practice. Lol I love you. I do..
Perhaps one too many times, the task behind the loving someone bit makes the whole love process enormously discomforting. You know, when you know you have to do this and that for the person, or give up something to help while not in the mood to give up the thing, or to help. A little grumble here and there will follow, and you’ll start to think love should be easy and not feel like a burden. You’re right. There’s no 2 definitions. Love is either one thing, or the other; not the two things. Love cannot be easy and difficult at the same time. But it is easy. The idea of doing things or cutting off your hand for someone else will come easy, because love. This is not to say Love is irrational or thoughtless, love is just blind. It doesn’t care for loss (if the love is right). It will just come through when you feel it for the next person.
I’m saying too much. But to help talk, some great man called Paul wrote this.
“If i speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don’t love, I’m nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate…. Love never gives up. Love cares more for others than for self. Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have. Love doesn’t have a swelled head. Doesn’t force itself on others. Isn’t always ‘me first’. Doesn’t keep scores of the sins of others. Puts up with anything…Always looks for the best, never looks back, but keep going to the end. Love never dies. Inspired speech will be over some day; understanding will reach its limit. We know only a portion of the truth and what we say about God is always incomplete. But for right now, until the completeness, trust steadily in God, hope unswervingly, love extravagantly!”