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I have always thought love was something that had to be shared between the love and loved.. I thought fairy tales were for dreamers. Seems though that is not true. You can love something or someone and never ever really get their love in return. It is possible to dream and for it to come true, and that does not mean it is a fairytale of magical means, but of earthly things.
As a kid I knew that I was a lover of things. I loved my dolls and stuffed animals as if they were real. I loved little bugs, and little leaves from a tree. I also loved objects that I came across, like a rock or a petal. To me anything that was present on this planet was something to love. I often see my little girl self in my adult self today. I do still love and although my love has been battered and broken at times, I still have the capacity to really love.
You can actually find me outside looking at birds with admiration, perhaps bending down to talk with a bug. If you are really sneaky you would see me talking to trees or the wind as it blows. I am not crazy, just I really love. Love has never been limited to people for me. I love all my animals I keep as my pets. I love little bees that fly from flower top to flower top. I love the feel of a soft blanket on my feet, these are things I love and they are like a special treat.
Human love I have is so much of the other love I have. I see myself going out of my way to make another in my life feel okay. I find myself trying to put myself last, just so someone I love can have it better than me. That is just one way i love those around me. For me to love a human, I need to feel free to, if it is pushed on me, it will not last. I get burdened down and my love will not last. It needs to be selfless , the way that I love.
The hard part of love for me is loving myself. I am my own self’s worst critic. I do not really know how to love every part of me, I only wish I could. I find the hardest thing is letting someone else love me too. I am not good at that at all. Sadly I know that it is best to learn to love all of me before I can really ever truly love another, but I argue that as best I can. I think you can love another without really ever truly loving yourself. I have done it my whole lifetime. To me loving another thing or person is way easier than loving me.
Sure, there are things I love about myself. I love how I love, lol. I love how much I continue to believe and hope in things even when they have let me down. I love how caring and kind I can be to others that might not give a darn about me. I love how my eyes are, my skin, my freckles, and my smile. There are lots I have to give, lots I bring to the table. I am who I am because of the lack of love I received and the amount of love I was given. It took a whole lot to come up with me, I am sure. Lol
If there is one thing in this world I would want for anyone, anything, it would be LOVE.
Is love not good? It is strong, it is uplifting. Love is kind and forgiving. Love is wonderful and our greatest hurt. Love is what we make of it and what we give. I just love talking about love. If we have faith, hope and love, the greatest will always be love.
Love ❤
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MwsR<3
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