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Love
When I hear the word love, my first thought is heartbreak.
Call me crazy but most of the times that I have loved -- it ended up badly. So when folks blab on about how love makes the world go round, and how it’s all we really need – I just raise one eyebrow and move on.
Love.
It’s a one-way ticket to crushing anguish and lonely nights.
Seems like loving someone is the best way to get hurt.
But at the same time, I have to ask why. Why is love so dangerous?
And why do I keep returning, even against my best intentions?
I guess I was made to love somebody. I’m not complete without sharing what’s inside my heart. I’m social. I like companionship.
I need it. And just like this drive within me to give love, I also crave receiving it.
Everybody wants to be loved, usually more than we want to love. I guess that’s the way I was born – looking out for number one.
But isn’t love what feeds us inside?
We always want someone to love us – whether or not we deserve it. Love is dangerous because it makes me vulnerable to rejection. If I don’t love them, then I don’t care if they hate me.
But since I want to be loved, I choose to take the risk of loving even though it gives them the power to break my heart.
So, if everyone craves love like I do, why is there this abysmal absence of love everywhere I look?
I guess we’re all too scared to reach out and take that risk. Wonder what it would be like if we got over that fear and loved anyway?
Call me crazy but most of the times that I have loved -- it ended up badly. So when folks blab on about how love makes the world go round, and how it’s all we really need – I just raise one eyebrow and move on.
Love.
It’s a one-way ticket to crushing anguish and lonely nights.
Seems like loving someone is the best way to get hurt.
But at the same time, I have to ask why. Why is love so dangerous?
And why do I keep returning, even against my best intentions?
I guess I was made to love somebody. I’m not complete without sharing what’s inside my heart. I’m social. I like companionship.
I need it. And just like this drive within me to give love, I also crave receiving it.
Everybody wants to be loved, usually more than we want to love. I guess that’s the way I was born – looking out for number one.
But isn’t love what feeds us inside?
We always want someone to love us – whether or not we deserve it. Love is dangerous because it makes me vulnerable to rejection. If I don’t love them, then I don’t care if they hate me.
But since I want to be loved, I choose to take the risk of loving even though it gives them the power to break my heart.
So, if everyone craves love like I do, why is there this abysmal absence of love everywhere I look?
I guess we’re all too scared to reach out and take that risk. Wonder what it would be like if we got over that fear and loved anyway?
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