Maybe we all just want to love more than be loved. To have someone confide in us, come to us. To have someone to take care of, who appreciates our attention and affection. Isn't that why we always sympathize with those who love more than those who are loved? We envy those who are loved, yes, but there must be something about those who love which pulls at us, tells us that that is what life is. Isn't that why we yearn to do wonderful things for the one we love? Not to earn love in return, but just... because. To love unconditionally. They say love is blind. Maybe that's better. How much easier would it be to love unconditionally if you were blind to others' flaws?
Can you love with a broken heart? Or is all love from a broken heart inherently broken itself?
No comments:
Post a Comment