Does love, ever, ever hurt? ... or is the wanting that hurts, wanting things to be other than as they are?
I love someone, a married woman, whom I can't have (naturally, she's married). I see her from time to time, dance with her, smile, silent eyes can say so much.
Many years I have admired her, and it's caused me anguish, but now I no longer obsess over her, and only have tender loving feelings, the non-possive kind, that flow through me, through my heart. I can't think what else that could be, but love. It doesn't hurt me though, far from it, it's nurtures me to feel this energy flow through me.
People say, love hurts, but I disagree; it's the wanting to possess, that hurts. I think with love, there is no give, no take; only to feel it, to let it be, acording to loves' own will. |