ask anyone who has been there,who has felt the love and He OR sHE will agree with you that loving is hurting.
you could interpret this in many ways.And they all might be right.Love after all is aching at the absence of the beloved.It is being painted at a look or a word,or the absence of both.The look and the word from the loved one.It is having the capacity to hurt the beloved in countless ways.
And yet you might argue,love isn't just that.There are moments of joy,of ecstasy even.But certainly there are though these are just those moments all too brief that one hasn't the time to savor them.
Those who have aged and forgotten the thrill of being in love now hard and cynical will scoff at love.But lover's turn a deaf ear to them.For you and i know don't we? that one is never more alive than when one is in love.Hurting and being hurt,reaching the heights of glory,and the depths of despair.
For those who LOVE truly,giving and forgiving are as easy and as natural as breathing.The former is perhaps a bit easier,for it does not take its toll in tears and pain and heartbreaks.When you love someone,it is the easiest thing in the world to be generous to give of your self and your possessions to please the beloved or to make life more comfortable for him or her.
FORGIVING it is not easy ,but it is not impossible and what's more,it is as much a part of loving as giving.To me forgiving is a more accurate measure of a person;s love for another for if after being hurt to the core you can't still find it in you to forgive the beloved,that is proof positive of your love.More can not be asked of any mere mortal.
TO LOVE after all despite the saying that love is blind is to accept the beloved,flaws and all it is to see him or her as he or she is and to care for him or her regardless.
not every one is meant into be in our future some people are just passing through to teach us lesson in life but no matter what happened just learn a lesson.
loving someone who doesn't even care about you is like hugging a cactus it really hurts.
Realize things before its too late and love people before you lose them because life come just once so love it while you have it.
LETTERS OF LOVE
"here in my heart im holding stories of days of old,keepsakes of memories that no one knows what they mean to me,they are faded and worn,fingered and torn, just abundle of old letters, i kiss each one and though im pretending its a beautiful play with an unhappy ending.weary and blue, i read them through, they are all i have now of you.
teardrops of mine between every line in that bundle of old letters of love.
