I used to think that love shouldn't hurt.
I think back to those high-school days,
when unreciprocated crushes brought tears to my eyes.
But then I look at people who grieve their loved ones,
that pain, is it not born out of love?
I used to think that real love is always a two-way lane.
One-way streets are called obsessions.
But then I look at those who faithfully cared for their loved ones,
who stand by their side when the other person might never give anything back.
No words, no affections, no affirmations.
This selflessness,
isn't in born out of love?
All my preconceived ideas of what love should be
was broken by love itself.
Love so gentle,
Love so stubborn,
Love so strong and enduring,
Love so consuming,
Love so selfless.
I wonder, one day,
if I get to love a new human in my life,
what shape would that love request?
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