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179. Gifts

179. Gifts: Write about a gift you have given or received.

Love is a strange thing. A thousand may write, sing, and try to express it, but in the hearts of those is affects, it is a strange and terrible storm, both lovely and terrifying.

It is the best gift and the hardest burden. I don't deserve love. I am a singularly ill-favored creature, but here I am, possessing the love of others. I look at them in wonder for this gift, for who but a kind heart could bestow their affections on a goblin as I am? Yet there it is. It shines in their eyes and it moves in their hands. I hear it in their words and I see it in their faces. Love.

It is also the most I can give of myself, to love. To me, love is a deep emotion, but it is also more than that. True love, enduring love, is also a choice. With those I love, I choose to be patient, I choose to be kind, to be be forgiving. I choose to place you above myself. So I love you. I love you by giving you every part of me. I love you in every way and in every facet of my life, and I always will. I choose to always love you, because I believe love should last forever to be love.

I will love you.

And you love me in return.

But also, love is a burden. It is a weight upon my back I cannot throw off. It is a responsibility. It is one thing to give love, but to receive love is a different matter. Suddenly you hold within your clumsy hands a delicate, fragile heart. Suddenly you have the power to destroy someone.

That's why love is scary: By loving, you give someone else the ability to crush you. Your heart is theirs. Should they ever mistreat it or die or even simply forget about it, then how are you to retrieve your precious heart from their hands?

You don't.

Perhaps I'm being to analogical. No one can deny the might of love, though. No one can defeat it either.