Love is a tricky thing, it has many facets and hues. It is as complex as it is simple, forever growing and evolving.
I've been so caught up in loving others I believe I've forgotten to love myself. It is a strange thought. It has been a while since I've appreciated myself, and for that matter.. I've felt truly appreciated. This saddens me.. to think that I reach out and try to brighten others, yet receive not quite the same. I'm not trying to be selfish, but it is nice thought to toy with. Someone making me tasty food to eat, or doing small gestures to show that they care. Or maybe making me something artsy. Even just going out on a simple date, wanting to spend time with me. Not at a bar, or a party. Just going out and having a picnic, or running through the forest. Exploring, adventuring. I crave cute gestures, tender embraces; love. I do miss having someone to do these things with.. even just having someone who'll want to do them. The certain someone I'm tentatively with won't do these things. Well, I shouldn't say he won't.. He just has yet to. Maybe we haven't because it's too romancy, or reminds him too much of dating (something he has expressed great disdain over.)
I miss knowing that the someone who wraps you in an embrace is also wrapping you in love.
Anyways, somewhere along these lines I've begun to think about how I don't truly love myself currently. With everything going on, I guess it has just fallen to the wayside. After this thought I began to think of the quote: "You have to love yourself before you can love someone else."
It is true.
This past week has really got me thinking all about love, lust, and the tender in-betweens.
What is it that I want, and how do I obtain it?
Where do you begin such an endeavor, and am I ready to do so?
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