I was once told. Marry a man who loves you more than you love him and you will always be happy. I had that once or so I thought. But I was wrong and he was what i thought of as a safe choice. I actuality he loved himself more than me.
I am usually the one who loves more than the other person even if I do nt realize it. During those times I think it's equally shared. I mean why would I not trust what the other person says they feel? I know I know they mean it at the time. But what good is that, if they cannot communicate the opposite as well. How hard is it to say 'I know I thought I had all these feeling and at the time I did. But now not so much. So sorry'.
I think for the person who does the most loving they are the ones more brave and my vulnerable. They put themselves out there knowing they could get hurt, yet do it because that's who they are. They are afraid of being hurt but know the rewards way out way the hurt if it works out. I would much rather be the brave one than the one that chooses the safe choice. The safe choice doesn't excite me or challenge me. The safe choice always makes me look for more. I can only hope one day that the person I'm brave enough to love. Loves me back with everything he has and doesn't want the safe choice either.
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