This is the price I have to pay,
That's why some say 'loving hard' is a curse.
As much as I love wholeheartedly,
cutting into my chest and opening up my heart…
I am but only a tiny flame flickering in the midst of the fire.
I can give everything, but she will always have other people to love…
to cherish,
to be vulnerable with,
to trust,
to build recurring relationships,
And I will just be another choice, a record on the dusty turntable lusting for your hands to set me into motion once again.
But... nobody said love was easy.
Nobody speaks of the jealousy,
the envy,
the selfishness,
the yearning to need someone so deeply or to be needed with as much intensity.
My perspective of love, is that it can be selfish … demanding … obligatory;
full of needs and wants.
But its beauty lies in everything it is made up of;
including the selfishness to hide a person away for your own benefit.
The demanding feelings to give someone your best,
Even when you are at your worst.
In the obligation to care and be empathetic, highlighting your best attributes.
Love is always going to be everything it is,
And everything it is not.
However difficult 'loving hard' may be,
I would not choose to love any other way.
