Loved for real. Love with only one expectation, to be loved in return, and with one hope, that your lover be the best that they can be, and that they be happy. That's it. No houses in the bargain. Love has nothing to do with houses. Ladies? If you want a house, go out and buy one.
And in a few years, if you choose to leave, be prepared to do it on your own. To force someone to support you financially for the rest of your life is not only not love, it's greedy, lazy and it reeks of resentment and bitter revenge.
And guys? If you want a housekeeper, nanny, whore, mother, bookkeeper, and second income, hire these people, get a job moonlighting at 7-11, and give your love, support and encouragement to your lover instead of presenting her with a job jar when the "honeymoon's over".
No expectations. When parents love a child their only expectations are that he is healthy and happy. That is real love, and I believe that it's possible for us to have it as lovers, if we want it. All we have to do is stop attaching the wrong meaning to the word, love.
When we love a friend, we don't expect them to buy us a house. We don't suffer breakdowns because the phone doesn't ring, and we don't deny ourselves new friendships just because we have one friend already.
We understand that friends can love many friends and their love for us doesn't diminish with every new friend they make. It's the same with parents and their children. Their love may be different for each child, but the depth and infinite capacity remains steadfast.
For us to be loved for real, we must first understand, and then embrace the true meaning of the word. The dictionary that I have at hand says that it's a deep devotion or affection for another person or persons.
If I was to love someone with this inference in mind, expecting the object of my love to "save me" is ridiculous. Love has NO expectations for itself, nor is it possible to love someone, in the true sense of the word, and be able to stop loving them just because they don't love you.
Love has no excuses, or reasons. Love is love and nothing else. I could never deliberately hurt someone that I truly love and he could not hurt me either, not if I truly loved him, because my love for him wouldn't allow him to hurt me. Allow is not quite right. If love is true, you cannot be hurt by your loved one, it's an impossibility.
Love understands, forgives, holds fast and can't be weakened or lessened. It doesn't punish, it doesn't resent and it doesn't manipulate.
When a child says, "I hate you, Mommy" in a frustrating moment, his mother isn't hurt, in fact, she likely smiles inwardly because she KNOWS her child loves her, and his lashing out is never taken personally.
Love doesn't frighten, it never harms and it doesn't diminish or expand according to behavior. Love isn't material. It's energy. Money can't buy it. Sex doesn't guarantee it. It can't be seen with physical eyes or ears, it's perceived through another kind of vision.
Metaphysicians call it the Third Eye, esoteric Christians call it the vision of the Holy Spirit, and others call it the Higher Self.
Love is the intuitive knowledge of our hearts. We all secretly long to return to some vague memory that haunts all of us, and it will continue to do so until we finally begin to make our way back to it.
And in a few years, if you choose to leave, be prepared to do it on your own. To force someone to support you financially for the rest of your life is not only not love, it's greedy, lazy and it reeks of resentment and bitter revenge.
And guys? If you want a housekeeper, nanny, whore, mother, bookkeeper, and second income, hire these people, get a job moonlighting at 7-11, and give your love, support and encouragement to your lover instead of presenting her with a job jar when the "honeymoon's over".
No expectations. When parents love a child their only expectations are that he is healthy and happy. That is real love, and I believe that it's possible for us to have it as lovers, if we want it. All we have to do is stop attaching the wrong meaning to the word, love.
When we love a friend, we don't expect them to buy us a house. We don't suffer breakdowns because the phone doesn't ring, and we don't deny ourselves new friendships just because we have one friend already.
We understand that friends can love many friends and their love for us doesn't diminish with every new friend they make. It's the same with parents and their children. Their love may be different for each child, but the depth and infinite capacity remains steadfast.
For us to be loved for real, we must first understand, and then embrace the true meaning of the word. The dictionary that I have at hand says that it's a deep devotion or affection for another person or persons.
If I was to love someone with this inference in mind, expecting the object of my love to "save me" is ridiculous. Love has NO expectations for itself, nor is it possible to love someone, in the true sense of the word, and be able to stop loving them just because they don't love you.
Love has no excuses, or reasons. Love is love and nothing else. I could never deliberately hurt someone that I truly love and he could not hurt me either, not if I truly loved him, because my love for him wouldn't allow him to hurt me. Allow is not quite right. If love is true, you cannot be hurt by your loved one, it's an impossibility.
Love understands, forgives, holds fast and can't be weakened or lessened. It doesn't punish, it doesn't resent and it doesn't manipulate.
When a child says, "I hate you, Mommy" in a frustrating moment, his mother isn't hurt, in fact, she likely smiles inwardly because she KNOWS her child loves her, and his lashing out is never taken personally.
Love doesn't frighten, it never harms and it doesn't diminish or expand according to behavior. Love isn't material. It's energy. Money can't buy it. Sex doesn't guarantee it. It can't be seen with physical eyes or ears, it's perceived through another kind of vision.
Metaphysicians call it the Third Eye, esoteric Christians call it the vision of the Holy Spirit, and others call it the Higher Self.
Love is the intuitive knowledge of our hearts. We all secretly long to return to some vague memory that haunts all of us, and it will continue to do so until we finally begin to make our way back to it.
